Sheila goes out with her mate Stella,. It gets poured all over her fella,. 'cause she's says, man he ain't no better. Than the next man kicking up fuss.
Juveniles, hide your porno mags. The girl's got problems at her yard so she's packing up her bags full of rags. Her man got done from Pa Na Na. While the Madras still in the kitchen smokes a twenty-deck fags.
Bang, where we going, what we doing this night. I feel drunk already, maybe my drink got spiked. But more like the other like that I'm just a lightweight.