When there’s no more rum (to drink)
Is there room for a bit more fun

A bit more fun
If you can’t stand up
If you can’t stand up, lie down

I wanna square go, am no letting go
Who’s he, who’s he- I’ll take him right now
I wanna see you outside in ten
I want some feeling in the back of a broken van

Another glass breaks, another head aches
She’s not much older than her mate
And my addiction, well I’m on the dole
I need directions to the bar, oh no no no

Try it out
Yeah, you know u gotta try it out
Yeah, oh don’t tell me that’s your mother, no
Well why the hell is she out? Eh?

And when they know I’m not about
I’m up at the bar sorting it out
I’m paranoid about my mates
The cold hearted bouncer is lookin at me

Yeah, you know you wanna ask her out
Yeah, ah don’t care if she is a trout
You know you wanna ask her out
Juh-st gonnae no fanny about
Juh-st gonnae no fanny about
Juh-st gonnae no fanny about

I got sold, but I wasn’t sober
I got sold, but I wasn’t sober
... …

(Please, Leave, Sir)

Yeah, you know you wanna ask her out
Yeah, ah don’t care if she is a trout
You know you wanna ask her out
Buh-t gonnae no fanny about
Buh-t gonnae no fanny about
Yeah, ah don’t care if she is a trout
Buh-t gonnae no fanny about
Buh-t gonnae no fanny about

Over and out, last call for drinks
While everyone’s pished, ma mobile has gone
With all these drinks that I’ve drunk
All these drinks that I’ve drunk

(Please, Leave, Sir)

If you can’t stand up
If you can’t stand up