Song parody of
The Rager
by Jon Lemen
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Ah shit I punched him in the face
It wasn't my fault
In the mosh pit he was making a disgrace
The tunes were causing a ruckus
And the larger was playing tricks on my pace
I ran from the scene, quick escape
I was on the beach dropping some pretty sweet moves
Steal the ray bans and disappear on a pursuit
To find a place to safely piss
Collapse in the ice cream shop
The booze left the system but the screams of the people I will never miss
Bad DJs in Golders Green
Your party's shit mate get the fuck off the scene
The uncomfortable crackheads of the KFC have got better cred than these losers
(Ah ah, ah ah)
(Ah ah, ah ah)
Ah mate the baselines on the groove
That's a start I think we can improve
The typical punk rock thirteen year olds got a song or two
Oi Alex Turner will you please just move
The bad fried chicken and warm Moretti don't come for free
We've been working on this crap for years
We've only just nailed the twatty twelve a.m. look
Get on the runway
Get in the leather trousers
I think we've accomplished something
Only took a decade and a few hours
Oh shit, oh dear
I'm no longer runner up for bellend of the year
I swear that's what I feared
A twat in a leather jacket making everyone disappear
It seems the good weather is coming to an end
Hibernation will bring me to my crippling end
It doesn't look like The Rager is happening after all
I made a tit of everything I know and everything I stand for
It seems the good weather is coming to an end
Hibernation will bring me to my crippling end
It doesn't look like The Rager is happening after all
I made a tit of everything I know and everything I stand for
Oh shit, oh dear
I'm no longer runner up for bellend of the year
I swear that's what I feared
A twat in a leather jacket making everyone disappear
Oh shit, oh dear
I'm no longer runner up for bellend of the year
I swear that's what I feared
A twat in a leather jacket making everyone disappear
I made a tit of everything I know and everything I stand for
The Rager will never happen
Ah shit I punched him in the face
It wasn't my fault
In the mosh pit he was making a disgrace
The tunes were causing a ruckus
And the larger was playing tricks on my pace
I ran from the scene, quick escape
I was on the beach dropping some pretty sweet moves
Steal the ray bans and disappear on a pursuit
To find a place to safely piss
Collapse in the ice cream shop
The booze left the system but the screams of the people I will never miss
Bad DJs in Golders Green
Your party's shit mate get the fuck off the scene
The uncomfortable crackheads of the KFC have got better cred than these losers
(Ah ah, ah ah)
(Ah ah, ah ah)
Ah mate the baselines on the groove
That's a start I think we can improve
The typical punk rock thirteen year olds got a song or two
Oi Alex Turner will you please just move
The bad fried chicken and warm Moretti don't come for free
We've been working on this crap for years
We've only just nailed the twatty twelve a.m. look
Get on the runway
Get in the leather trousers
I think we've accomplished something
Only took a decade and a few hours
Oh shit, oh dear
I'm no longer runner up for bellend of the year
I swear that's what I feared
A twat in a leather jacket making everyone disappear
It seems the good weather is coming to an end
Hibernation will bring me to my crippling end
It doesn't look like The Rager is happening after all
I made a tit of everything I know and everything I stand for
It seems the good weather is coming to an end
Hibernation will bring me to my crippling end
It doesn't look like The Rager is happening after all
I made a tit of everything I know and everything I stand for
Oh shit, oh dear
I'm no longer runner up for bellend of the year
I swear that's what I feared
A twat in a leather jacket making everyone disappear
Oh shit, oh dear
I'm no longer runner up for bellend of the year
I swear that's what I feared
A twat in a leather jacket making everyone disappear
I made a tit of everything I know and everything I stand for
The Rager will never happen
