Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pill
Performer
Charlotte Massey
Electric Bass Guitar
Lily Hutchings
Electric Guitar
Jim Homes
Electric Guitar
Rob Homes
Electric Bass Guitar
Gavin Sullivan
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlotte Massey
Songwriter
Lily Hutchings
Songwriter
Michael Nicola
Songwriter
Jim Homes
Songwriter
Rob Homes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boe Weaver
Producer
Lyrics
POSH
Only date boys that come from money
Oh my gosh, he looks like bill Murray
Wonder if he'll give me some of his baccy
Babe turn it up this tunes so dutty !
Red wine, red lips, sore tummy and a bag of chips
White lines, white teeth, headache, and I've lost my drink
Oh my god
I'm so fucking drunk right now
He calls it blow, I prefer sniffy
Meet me in the bathroom, back in a jiffy
We can kiss, but don't ruin my lippy
No babe, don't come on that, its gucci
Red wine, red lips, sore tummy and a bag of chips
White lines, white teeth, headache, and I've lost my drink
Oh my god
I'm so fucking drunk right now!
Straight boys, all the straight boys
If you wanna fuck me then you're gonna need toys
I'll only give you head if it's in a Rolls Royce
Give me a free-drink don't be a killjoy
When I dance, it gives the DJ a brickie
Took me to his green room, wait, did he?
If I ask nice will you put me in your
Caviar, oysters, pre-drinks, time for a quickie?
Red wine, red lips, sore tummy and a bag of chips
White lines, white teeth, headache, and I've lost my drink
Oh my god
I'm so fucking drunk right now
Red wine, red lips, sore tummy and a bag of chips
White lines, white teeth, headache, and I've lost my drink
Oh my god
I'm so fucking drunk right now
Written by: Charlotte Massey, Jim Homes, Lily Hutchings, Michael Nicola, Rob Homes