Píseň: Cringe

Interpret:
Peter And The Test Tube Babies
Album:
Cringe
Down the pub, pissed asleep, dope is working, dreaming about a girl so sweet.
I woke up, in a state, to find out, I've been touching up my mate.


Ooh! What a cringe, I can't believe it's true.
Ooh! What a cringe, there's nothing I can do.


Tried to run, and leave this place, get away, get somewhere and hide my face.
I got up, to leave the scene, they all laughed, at the wet patch on my jeans.


I threw up, loads of beer, world is spinning, laughter ringing in my ears.
Woke up drunk, the next day, check the mirror, "Pissed cunt" written on my face.

1. Theme from cringe

2. Cringe

3. Shit British tour

4. The gardener

5. Launch ´em now

6. Reality calling

7. The man who did nothing

8. Bare necessities

9. Weekend warrior

10. V.D.U. head

11. Shit at it

12. There´s a penis on my shoulder

13. Tuinal shuffle

14. Latent psychosis

15. Goodbye forever

16. Theme from cringe (revisited)

17. Riot

18. Yakety sax / March of the gladiatores