Ibiza

[Chorus] Ibiza (Ibiza) Ibiza Ibiza (Ibiza) Don't fall off the rocks Ibiza (Ibiza) Ibiza Ibiza (Ibiza) [Verse 1] Ready mix, packet of Smash Sex cults 6 packs lash Drum edge No tone, they're faceless, the mix on sticks Ibiza's rotten encrusted rocks Transmit, transmit (transmit) [Pre-Chorus] What's he fuckin' doing? What's he fuckin' doing? What's he fuckin' doing? What's he fuckin' doing? [Chorus] [Verse 2] Plug it in, pre-mixed, all bought it It's all about the gear Bleached-hair wanking mates just flown in on the Lear Private-jet, personal flyer All Danny, all fucking Dyer Straights eight quid a packet? Fuck that, I'm on the baccy mate (transmit) [Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus] [Outro] (Eject the alarms off) Cause the music, you're so darn dull (Eject the alarms off) Cause the music, all darn dull Stare (Eject the alarms off) Cause the music, you're so darn dull (Eject the alarms off) Cause the music, all darn dull What's he fuckin' doing?