Transmission

On the street, late at night

Short skirt, skin tight

"What you want?" she said

"Ten quid" money spent

Trousers down in the dark,

Caught a feel of something hard

"What's that" I didn't say, I carried on anyway

Every weekend it's the same, over and over again

On the streets and in the alleys

Will I never ever learn?

You know I'm always getting burned

Why do I end up with a tranny?

After that, I'm high, having such a good time

I think I've scored til I find

A little bulge between the thighs

Two balls, fake boobs, I've made a wrong move

She says "Goodbye" and I've done another guy

Every weekend is the same, over and over again,

On the streets and in the alleys

Will I never ever learn?

You know I'm always getting burned

Why do I end up with a tranny?

Transmission Transmission,

oi oi oi,

Transmission Transmission,

oi oi oi,

Transmission Transmission,

oi oi oi,

Transmission Transmission,

oi oi oi

It's over now, he's gone

But is it really that wrong?

I guess it's hard to admit

That I'm quite into dick

Does it mean that I'm gay?

I don't care either way.

Real girls are hard to find, if he can do it, so can I

Every weekend it's the same, over and over again

On the streets and in the allies

Will I never ever learn? although I'm always getting burned

Why do I end up with a tranny?