Office Party - Sing-Sing

I met your girlfriend, she’s very nice

How could you do this, you didn’t think twice

I didn’t think you’d be so naughty

To get yourself fucked at the office party

But after pint, six, seven, eight, nine (six, seven, eight, nine)

You nip to the loo for a sneaky line (a sneaky line)

Then it’s okay as long as nobody sees (anybody, anybody)

The lucky lady on her knees

So keep your hands to yourself

We’d rather die lonely on the shelf

And take yourself back out that door

You’re making my flesh creep you bore

And when you’re zipping up your flies (zipping up, zipping up, zipping up)

Fabricate your next set of lies (your next set of lies)

Cos what if someone told your daughter (your little baby girl)

She’s got a fuckwit for a father

So keep your hands to yourself

We’d rather die lonely on the shelf

And take yourself back out that door

You’re making my flesh creep you bore

And after all time’s moving on (ding dong, ding dong)

And Desmond Morris can’t be wrong (he surely can’t be wrong)

What can you do it’s in your genes?

(it's in your genes)

So why don’t you keep it there and dream (dream, dream, dream, dream)

So keep your hands to yourself

We’d rather die lonely on the shelf

And take yourself back out that door

You’re making my flesh creep you bore

So keep your hands to yourself

We’d rather die lonely on the shelf

And take yourself back out that door

You’re making my flesh creep you bore

So keep your hands to yourself

We’d rather die lonely on the shelf

And take yourself back out that door

You’re making my flesh creep you bore