Paroles Toss Me Off de Roy "chubby" Brown

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Wee-Hee, well it's Saturday night

and I ain't got a light but I don't give a shite,

Cos I'm off to the Discotheque.

Waa-Hoo, I'll be fucking them on the floor and up against the door,

And I'll fuck them and I'll suck them till my bell ends raw,

Kiss my dick will you make it quick,

Oh no Toss me off, fucking birds get on my fucking nerves.



Well it's just my luck that I won't get a suck but I don't give a fuck,

Cos I'm off to the Discotheque.

Waa-Hoo oh yes bollocks to the left, bollocks to the right,

Swing your bollocks, and get the fucking thing right,

I'm pissed off but I'm no Fred Astaire you know.

Toss me off, fucking birds get on my fucking nerves.



Here comes Johnny with his cock in his hand he's got one bollock missing,

But he's off to the Discotheque.

He's well hung but he's just got one lung,

And he licks all the women with a six inch tongue,

Well he's no fool he as a fucking big tool,

You know, Toss me off, fucking birds get on your fucking nerves.



It's a Saturday dance I've a bulge in me pants, going to eat some pussy,

Cos I'm off to the Discotheque.

I'll fuck all night and I'll suck all day,

Well you can't beat a gobble and you can't beat a lay,

I hope and pray I don't get aids this way,

Toss me off, fucking birds get on your fucking nerves.

Oi who are you laughing at I'll shove that fiddle up your fucking arse you twat

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