Ant Smith

All poems

Party, party hard with me

Party party hard with me
Party party hard with me
Party party hard with me
Let's pretend that life is free

I go from hand to foot
And foot in mouth
When I'm skint
I mope about
I hate to think
I'm missing out
On acting like
A fucking lout

Party with me, party hard
Be a Friday night retard
Party slow or party fast
Party till you're in rehab

Pay day bender
Qu'elle Suprise
Something's gotta
Motivate me
Mine's a pint
Of gasoline
Fill me up
I'm a dream machine

This bar's crap
Lets grab some stash
I need to feel
A heart attack
I'm sweating from
My dick's bell-end
Or have I pissed
Myself again?

Party with me, party hard
Be a Friday night retard
Party slow or party fast
Party till you're in rehab

Night bus flies
In the fast lane
Survivors fight
And try to blame
One bad pint
Or one bad grain
For the reason
They feel lame

Then I think of
The cash I've blown
As I creaky walk
My long way home
It's not remorse
That brings me down
But fucking work
Has come back round

So
Party with me, party hard
Be a Friday night retard
Party slow or party fast
Party till you're in rehab

Party party hard with me
Party party hard with me
Party party hard with me
Let's pretend that life is free