Redstripe Rhapsody

911, 911, 911, 911

911 call me sometime

911

911 call me sometime

911 call me sometime

911 call me sometime

911 call me sometime

911 call me sometime

911

Oy, ay, Lausse the Cat (call me sometime)

Mood nice and mellow, cool air kept by a Sun so yellow

Mood smooth like the Sun played cello

Sustain a smile with a Red-Stripe fellow

Gotta go booze Bin soon 'cause

24-7 Sainos don't sell 'em

Kids in tattered Nikes not Margiela's

But I Still knick your lass just like Othello

Mood nice and mellow, cool air kept by a Sun so yellow

Mood smooth like the Sun played cello

Sustain a smile with a Red-Stripe fellow

Gotta go booze Bin soon 'cause

24-7 Sainos don't sell 'em

Kids in tattered Nikes not Margiela's

But I Still knick your lass just like Othello

Shit's all nice and blessed

Bump and grind to a Doom song

Talking of skunk and cess

Hyde Park's nice when the pink skies bring vibes of sex and violence

Outside you'll find a ring formed nicely

Me, little squad and peng ting besides me Red-Stripe, Spliff and the fire in the centre

Love thy neighbours, nah man fuck that (dem boy paigons!)

When the sunlight bring life to the pavement

See the guys file out noise complaints

But hey we'll just go to another yard today

Sustain a smile with a Red-Stripe and blaze

Go Hyde Park till the sky turns magenta

Get dented as we liven the pace

And I spy some balaclava dons ridding round on their bikes

Going loud as the roll through the town giving fright

To the never ending houses with front yard fires and punks inspired by dub vibes galore

Bask to the sight of a white Nike'd sky blue tight jeaned girl with a bumper to die for

Come to our bonfire night get niced and we'll dance in wire till the sunlight arise

And see once again

Mood nice and mellow, cool air kept by a Sun so yellow

Mood smooth like the Sun played cello

Sustain a smile with a Red-Stripe fellow

Gotta go booze Bin soon 'cause

24-7 Sainos don't sell 'em

Kids in tattered Nikes not Margiela's

But I Still knick your lass just like Othello

Mood nice and mellow, cool air kept by a Sun so yellow

Mood smooth like the Sun played cello

Sustain a smile with a Red-Stripe fellow

Gotta go booze Bin soon 'cause

24-7 Sainos don't sell 'em

Kids in tattered Nikes not Margiela's

But I Still knick your lass just like Othello

(I Still knick your lass just like Othello)

(I Still knick your lass just like Othello)

And as the night progressed

Their hearts started to flutter with excitement for the evening to come

A full Moon gleamed above as the groups gathered for pre's

Phone calls were made to ubers and dealers whilst cards were dealt

Pills were popped, crushed, bombed and sniffed

While cigarettes were lit and hissed on lips more often parted than not

And as they descended into the abyss, a faint sound of a trumpet was heard in the distance

Hear ye, hear ye

We are gathered here today to play in the madness of the Moon

And in the name of Lunar the Third

I shall ask you to stay in single file as we borrow your souls for the remainder of the evening

May this be your final reminder that it is essential

To leave your souls at the door before entering the garden of the Moon

Handbags and hearts will be searched, I repeat

Handbags an hearts shall searched

That's right, single-file

In you go, in you go

Ah! Nice to see you too, madame

I shall be with you inside very soon

Alright, alright, alas playtime is over, dukes and duchesses

And the hour to whims you away has crept upon us

Please leave the Garden of the Moon in an orderly fashion

And remember to take your worldly possessions with you

And as the Moon fades away, the Sun rises bringing

With its comeuppance flourishing romances of vigour and lust

We witness amongst this folly of madness new star-crossed lovers

Locked in arms waltzing home in the morning dew

Call me sometime

(Call me) call me sometime

(Call me) call me sometime

(Call me) call me sometime

(Call me) call me sometime

(Call me) call me sometime

(Call me) call me sometime

(Call me) call me sometime

(Call me) call me sometime

Sunshine come kiss closed eyelids

Bye-bye to nighttime pilots

My mind my eyes ringed diary so

Mindless I'll stay till nine-ish

Meanwhile my iris

Eyes up a curved spine

Layed down besides me

Curves like the lines from a sand based minute

Tins from last night made me feel withered

So I slow slip closer to this fair mistress

Lips with the front part of my slim figure

Welcome to the heat from the warmth of her slumber

Thighs by her knees and my D by her bumper

Face turns around with a smile instant

Way to say: Hey I think this is quite nice

Or, way to say: Safe for last night's cunnilingus

Went to say: I think might chill for a while

as I humped quite limp from my dear gut's commitment