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Clubbing Is Shit Video (MV)




Performed By: Skadown
Length: 4:34
Written by: Jack Coles, Matt Johnson




Skadown - Clubbing Is Shit Lyrics




I walk into the club, like "what's up, where is the pub?"
I don't know why we come here anymore
F*ck the six-quid entry fee, I'd rather be home, sat on the settee
Keeping my eyes on the rugby score

Well, it's 2am with strangers around
And the couple right next to me have bumped and ground
And it's £5.50 for a pint of Magners
And they don't play any good bands, like Madness

I know this isn't the place for me
But my friends say it's the place to be

Well, I enjoyed the pre-drinks, but down here it's too loud to think
And this treble-vodka tastes like someone's mung
I walk into the Men's room, but I saw a guy in there doing shrooms
And he dropped his pants and screamed "I'm super hung!"

But I'm still stuck in the club for now
I'm still awake and I don't know how
And the "Blurred Lines" types are starting again
Dave, Steven, Adrian, and Ben

I know this isn't the place for me
But my friends say it's the place to be

And the music keeps repeating itself
And the music keeps repeating itself
And the music keeps repeating itself
And the music keeps repeating itself...

My mates want a taxi back
But I spent all my money, I ain't got jack
And on the way home a homeless bloke
Asks for spare change, but we're all broke. Why?

We spent it on a f*cking six-quid entry fee!
And one of my friends has gone off for a pee, in the street

And I get into bed, and I hate myself
As the music keeps repeating itself
And the music keeps repeating itself
And the music keeps repeating itself

And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself (But my friends say it's the place to be)
And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself... (But my friends say it's the place to be...)
And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself (But my friends say it's the place to be)
And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself... (But my friends say it's the place to be...)
And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself (But my friends say it's the place to be)
And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself... (But my friends say it's the place to be...)
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I walk into the club, like "what's up, where is the pub?"
I don't know why we come here anymore
F*ck the six-quid entry fee, I'd rather be home, sat on the settee
Keeping my eyes on the rugby score

Well, it's 2am with strangers around
And the couple right next to me have bumped and ground
And it's £5.50 for a pint of Magners
And they don't play any good bands, like Madness

I know this isn't the place for me
But my friends say it's the place to be

Well, I enjoyed the pre-drinks, but down here it's too loud to think
And this treble-vodka tastes like someone's mung
I walk into the Men's room, but I saw a guy in there doing shrooms
And he dropped his pants and screamed "I'm super hung!"

But I'm still stuck in the club for now
I'm still awake and I don't know how
And the "Blurred Lines" types are starting again
Dave, Steven, Adrian, and Ben

I know this isn't the place for me
But my friends say it's the place to be

And the music keeps repeating itself
And the music keeps repeating itself
And the music keeps repeating itself
And the music keeps repeating itself...

My mates want a taxi back
But I spent all my money, I ain't got jack
And on the way home a homeless bloke
Asks for spare change, but we're all broke. Why?

We spent it on a f*cking six-quid entry fee!
And one of my friends has gone off for a pee, in the street

And I get into bed, and I hate myself
As the music keeps repeating itself
And the music keeps repeating itself
And the music keeps repeating itself

And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself (But my friends say it's the place to be)
And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself... (But my friends say it's the place to be...)
And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself (But my friends say it's the place to be)
And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself... (But my friends say it's the place to be...)
And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself (But my friends say it's the place to be)
And the music keeps repeating itself (I know this isn't the place for me)
And the music keeps repeating itself... (But my friends say it's the place to be...)
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Writer: Jack Coles, Matt Johnson
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