Boot Party Lyrics

Tism Boot Party

You don't need Chardonnay
No sushi, no pate
Just get your mates around
Some bastard on the ground

Boot Party
Accepted etiquette
Is spilling the claret
We damn near could use bibs
Tonight we're having ribs
Just keep the lighting low
A lonely street lamp's glow
Into it's frightened ray
Will walk tonight's entree

Tomorrow's Monday, mate
We're back to lives we hate
We take revenge tonight
You could be next invite