Uh, we got a runner in four
Uh, runner in gold section
Someone's trying to escape!
Flew in late on a Friday night
With a sweet called Eric whose jeans were too tight
I let him read my WHSmith Ibizan lifestyle
Listen to an in-flight mix from Jules
And I'm looking down on the swimming pools
And I'm trying to match up DJs with their pool size
Got out the airport and the sun went down
Go find a room in the old town
Met the MOS red deep tan shoes from Prada's sports range
There in the bar about to start my mission
When my world turned messy with a new acquisition
"Take it" she said, "yeah, they're- they're from the mainland"
And now gold bikinis, they're chasing me
Seemed a good idea to take another three
Someone said we'd been at "OKI's best set ever, man!"
Fluffy bras and silver shirts
Painted bodies and microskirts
The cab driver said he'd get us all into Sasha
"It's no problem"
Gotta get away, you gotta do it now
Gotta get away, you gotta do it now
Gotta get away, you gotta escape from Ibiza
San Antonio night called "Free-Range Breasts"
Put on by a Geordie in a grey night vest
He said he'd weigh me in if I handed out his flyers
Girl called Sue from the Leatherhead
Exploits with three in a single bed
But then she mutated into Brandon Block
I said "I have to go now"
Is this military test on sleep depravation?
Paranoid rumours in the new house nation
I was gonna ride to freedom with someone's teeth in my scooter
Nastiness and man, you're mission impossible
Ended up in the Ibizan hospital
Something inserted that really... shouldn't... be there
Well Rob the Bank is looking hostile
Trying to stick a Vicks inhaler up my nostril
He told me too, he was trying to escape from Ibiza
Gotta get away, you gotta do it now
Gotta get away, you gotta do it now
Gotta get away, you gotta escape from Ibiza
Gotta get away, you gotta do it now
Gotta get away, you gotta do it now
Gotta get away, you gotta escape from Ibiza
No, I don't wanna do a Frank Baum
(?)
Someone help, I've gotta get off Ibiza
I pierced every part I could put a ring
I turned to my back and there's a stud in my ting
I woke up on the beach in the middle of a Spanish family
Had space on the balcony, did a four day set
Lost two stone, made ten promises to lend
Let's all go live a communal lifestyle on Ibiza
There at the end screaming "One more tune!"
It's way past summer, it's way past noon
I need another bug so I snorted my factor twenty sunblock
Oh, I thought it was valiant, back in my room
But my heart's a-beating and my mind's gone "Schoom!"
Got the blue mixed up with the white
Oh, I'll go back to Charlie Chester's
Well I managed to carry (?) box
It's all been worth it and I'm off to detox
I've lost my ticket, I can never escape from Ibiza!
Gotta get away, you gotta do it now
Gotta get away, you gotta do it now
Gotta get away, you gotta escape from Ibiza
Gotta get away, you gotta do it now
Gotta get away, you gotta do it now
Gotta get away, you gotta escape from Ibiza
Escape from Ibiza!