Dancing in my kitchen
How does Tuesday sound?
I won't be around
Burger buns, Capri Suns
Cleaned out the meat outside of Dunnes
Throw another can on the barby
Get spoosed, get loose, I'm throwing a party
Dancing on the grass, girl I like your features
Banging B*Witched on a bluetooth speaker
Old school tunes, playing the spoons
Not going in until we see the moon
Deck chairs, hotdogs, suckin' diesel, fat frogs
Bag of cans, have a laugh
Get the lads, don't wreck me gaff
And don't go taking videos of me
When I'm wasted
The boss is calling my phone
And I've got to say it
I'm dancing in my kitchen
How does Tuesday sound?
I won't be around
Dancing in my kitchen
If we don't leave the house, you can sleep on the couch
Oh
Nobody can see us
Girl, give me a squeeze
Oh
Dancing in my kitchen
Go make friends with your neighbour
Offer him an ice-cream slice and a wafer
Chicken skewer, drinking like a brewer
Waking up smelling like I slept in a sewer
Out of that corner if you're single
Make a new friend, like go get lingual
Leave it off, might get an auld shift
Might head downtown and fuckin' get a lift
Deck chairs, hotdogs, suckin' diesel, fat frogs
Bag of cans, have a laugh
Get the lads, don't wreck me gaff
The boss is calling my phone and I've got to say it
I'm dancing in my kitchen
How does Tuesday sound?
I won't be around
Dancing in my kitchen
If we don't leave the house, you can sleep on the couch
Oh
Nobody can see us
Girl, give me a squeeze
Oh
Dancing in my kitchen
How come in the films when they're sitting around the campfire
Nobody is coughing from all the smoke? (Some smoke lads)
Life isn't like those American movies
The lads are ripped, the women are beours (some beours)
I'm dancing in my kitchen
How does Tuesday sound?
'Cause I won't be around
Dancing in my kitchen
If we don't leave the house, you can sleep on the couch
Oh
Nobody can see us
Girl give me a squeeze
Oh
Dancing in my kitchen
Woah
Dancing in my kitchen