作词 : Jason Williamson
 作曲 : Andrew Fearn
People, places, parties, J
you've already got me started, mate
'bout the cunts in the arm label coats
lookin' at me like they want to slit me ****in' throat
Anyway, y'ain't got a clue, stop wearing that in '92
makin' me on edge
wi ya wedge
haircuts
don't call me gobby
t'you it's just a hobby
to use y'fists
anyway, I'm enjoyin' mesel'
your life ain't worth livin'
y'****in' prick
so leave me alone
an' get on with it
People, places, parties
inabit

Now just cos I look a bit different to you
handle it, and go back to y'crew
cos without 'em you're shit
one on one
cunt
handle it

Spectre!
I seen Roxy Rob puttin' his bin out at nine o'clock this mornin'
and all the people from Mapperly Park point and laugh
cos he's pissed and he stinks of urine
You're in mate, welcome to the club
now get the private dancer with the ready-rub

I ain't successful either
**** it, let's roll around in pig shit
hang around down Coral
watchin' the pimps kick seven barrels of shit out the women
"Wha'hav I done to you?"
"Shut y'mouth and stand where I ****in' tell y'to."
Two white, one dark
the only bookies in town where the horses bark and vomit
the stench of El-Doctor
he dangles his victims from the legs of his helicopter
—****in' idiot
D'you think ridin' around on a BMX is going to make me feel intimidated?
Smash y'face cunt back into next week
along with the three snakes around y'babylon feet
You're in mate, welcome to the club
You're in mate, welcome to the club
You're in mate, welcome to the club
y'get the private dancer from the ready-rub

The only phone on the road is chlamydia ridden phlegm stank
where the ****ers sell processed peas as weed
it's cold when I look out of my window
another local pub burnt down to the ground
I hated those ****in' Motown nights anyway
it's Jive Bunny meets Lucy ****in' Pinder... on ice
I got a hoopla and I'm gonna ****in' swing it at you
let's aim bombs at the licensee
let's aim bombs at the licensee
I rig one up to the toilet seat
wit' a Lethal Weapon on the traitor
Get his bum chip tattered
"Yeah, ta-ra."
You're in mate, welcome to the club
You're in mate, welcome to the club
You're in mate, welcome to the club
y'get the private dancer from the ready-rub