The Weekend has Landed!

All the exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties

I've got 48 hours off from the world, man

I'm gonna blow steam out of my head like a screaming kettle

I'm gonna talk codshit to strangers all night

I'm gonna lose the plot on the dancefloor

The free redicals inside me are freaking man!

Tonight I'm Jip Travolta, I'm Peter Popper

I'm going to never never land with my chosen family, man

We're going to get more spaced out than Neil Armstrong ever did

Anything could happen tonight, you know? This could be the best night of my life!

I've got 73 quid in my back burner

I'm gonna wax the lot, man!

The milky bars are on me! YEAH!