Roy Chubby Brown

"Toss Me Off"

TOSS ME OFF Lyrics by Roy Chubby Brown
Wee-Hee, well it's Saturday night
and I ain't got a light but I don't give a s****,
Cos I'm off to the Discotheque.
Waa-Hoo, I'll be f****** them on the floor and up against the door,
And I'll f*** them and I'll suck them till my bell ends raw,
Kiss my d*** will you make it quick,
Oh no Toss me off, f****** birds get on my f****** nerves.
Well it's just my luck that I won't get a suck but I don't give a f***,
Cos I'm off to the Discotheque.
Waa-Hoo oh yes b******s to the left, b******s to the right,
Swing your b******s, and get the f****** thing right,
I'm p***** off but I'm no Fred Astaire you know.
Toss me off, f****** birds get on my f****** nerves.
Here comes Johnny with his c*** in his hand he's got one b****** 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 f****** big tool,
You know, Toss me off, f****** birds get on your f****** nerves.

It's a Saturday dance I've a bulge in me pants, going to eat some p****,
Cos I'm off to the Discotheque.
I'll f*** 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, f****** birds get on your f****** nerves.
Oi who are you laughing at I'll shove that fiddle up your f****** a*** you t***
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