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?
