Текст песни Boot Party

You don't need Chardonnay No sushi, no pate Just get your mates around Some bastard on the ground Boot Party Accepted etiquette Is spilling the claret We damn near could use bibs Tonight we're having ribs Just keep the lighting low A lonely street lamp's glow Into it's frightened ray Will walk tonight's entree Tomorrow's Monday, mate We're back to lives we hate We take revenge tonight You could be next invite