Enter the field on bank holiday weekend
Thousands of people on the carling
As the crowds expand all they all can think of is the main bands
Thousands of tents huddled all together just for the music and the weather
Six quid for some curry and rice
Food can fuck off if food is that price
Some of the girls on the eye are very pleasing
But no way am I lining up hours for a shower if its fucking freezing
Pack of durex in your old jeans
Empty rack of gaymers that has served its means
Some stoners in the next tent
A broken ipod that’s on rent
Head down to the main stage
The newest rockstar walks on all excited and sorted
Probably from the line he had just snorted
The audience now finally start to be delighted
Jumping around like 2 long lost friends reunited
Get a punch to the ribs
Fuck it though here comes THE CRIBS
The libertines walk on and crack open with horrorshow
This is songs of praise for the crowd below
From up the bracket to I get along
The crowd think Barat and Doherty can do no wrong
Pack of durex in your old jeans
Empty rack of gaymers that has served its means
Some stoners in the next tent
A broken ipod that’s on rent
There’s three strongbows for breakfast
Just to make a start on getting you wreckless
So many Sid’s dressed up as Nancy
Sorry mate but that just doesn’t tickle my fancy
Sleeping bag , tent and dirty clothes into the car
Wristband taken off where it has left a scar
The field is now empty of the alcoholics and the junkies
Now crank up the volume of the Arctic Monkeys
As I leave the field and open one of the last beers
All I can say to this weekend is cheers
