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 90's man
Thinking he's still Peter Pan
Ready for the right hook as a licence 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 nights 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?
Hey!