[Intro]
911, 911, 911, 911 (met du champagne sur mes seins)
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
[Chorus]
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 Saino’s 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
[Verse 1]
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 til 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 til the sunlight arises and see once again
[Chorus]
Mood's 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 Saino's 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 Saino's don't sell 'em
Kids in tattered Nikes not Margiela's
But I still knick your lass just like Othello
[Interlude: B-ahwe & Spike the Dog]
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 III
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 and 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
[Break]
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...
[Interpolation]
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
[Verse 2]
Sunshine come kiss closed eyelids
Bye bye to nighttime pilots
My minds my eyes ringed diary so
Mindless I'll stay til 9-ish
Meanwhile my iris
Eyes up a curved spine
Layed down besides me
Curves like the lines from a sand based minute
Tins from the 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 in an instant
Way to say "hey I think this is quite nice"
Or, way to say "safe for last night's cunnilingus"
I went to say "I think might chill for a while" as I humped quite limp from my dear gut's commitments
