Oh ooh ooh ooh la di danooh ooh ooh ooh la di danooh ooh ooh oohnnIt's friday night and we're feeling roseynThe free booze flows and we all get cozynIn the trobadour club on Brompton roadnRun by a fat man and a toadnShush they say, we're listening to the musicnShush they say, you're talking too muchnOh, oh, they look at us nSo we're on stage at 11 so we miss the busnnOh, he is such a foolnOh, we drank from the abusenOh oh oh, bang bang we can't playnWe can't be arsed anywaynAnd if you give us this winenMake us wait all this timenWe'll give you the show for which you paidnnWell ??? Steve's drunk all the winenIf that fat bloke says anything even one more timenSo we started playing it was lots of funnWith hands of beer and feet of rumnThe ??? wants to punch our drummernHe jumps of stage and holds that bummernI've just been verbally assaulted matenAnd the policeman laughed at the dressing room's statennnOh, he is such a foolnOh, we drank from the abusenOh oh oh, bang bang we can't playnWe can't be arsed anywaynAnd if you give us this winenMake us wait all this timenWe'll give you the show for which you paidnnThey kicked us out of the gignFind the fire extinguishersnThey shush you, push you, try to punch younSpray it in the face, and then smash up the placenAnd get that little ??? out of hiding placennAnd he works in a cheese shop!nThat's not a proper job!nAnd he works in a cheese shop!nWhat kind of job's that?nnOoh ooh ooh ooh, la di danOoh ooh ooh ooh, la di dannWe're not the fucking Libertines y'know!