Tonight, Tonight

Boys boys, lads lads

Drowning worries in a glass

Blacked out hazy weekends

Memories still seething

It's bottled up by bottles

But who needs troubles when you feel so alive

Three striped 90s man

Thinking he's still Peter Pan

Waiting for the right hook as a license to let go again

Ignoring protocol, screaming out for Wonderwall

Tonight, Tonight we could have it all alright (but you're too focused on your reflection)

Hello, Goodbye, did I get her number right? (What was her intention?)

Did I get her number right?

Hen night girls crowd at the bar

Dressed all up in pink attire

One lad goes to try his luck, don't know what he said but

One slap straight across the cheek and he's back at the fruit machine

Tonight, Tonight we could have it all alright (but you're too focused on your reflection)

Hello, Goodbye, did I get her number right? (What was her intention?)

Did I get her number right?

Tonight, Tonight did I get her number right?