Ibiza Songtext

Six pack slash drum edge
No tone, they're faceless, the mix on sticks
Ibiza's rotten encrusted rocks
Transmit, transmit (transmit)

What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?

Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Don't fall off the rocks

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)

What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?

Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Don't fall off the rocks

(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?