Eh Up! Let's Sup

Piling in the back seat, party on in Duke Street
Carry on, and turn right, we’re all tanked up
Knocking on the door, like
Didn’t have an invite
His face didn’t look right
So we beat him up
Eh Up! Let’s sup! Where’s the fucking ale, lads?
Sirens go, Plod pulls up, Stez is in the garden puking up
By god, you should have seen us
Fifty pints between us
Beater had a flabby penis
He’s all tanked up