Us

Ohh boys, ohh boys, look at the state

Three grown blokes sat round far too late

Phones out flat like it’s serious work

But we’re warping our faces till one of us snorts

Pre-Chorus

Stretch that chin, shrink that head

“Mate, you look like you’ve just woke up dead”

Laughing so hard we can’t even breathe

Peak entertainment, IQ of three

Chorus

Ohh boys, ohh boys, what have we done

Acting like idiots thinking it’s fun

Saving the pics, swearing “don’t send”

Five minutes later — forward to ten

Verse 2

We’ve been mates for years, learnt absolutely nowt

Same old jokes that we still drag out

Same stupid vids, same dodgy angle

Same “delete that” followed by scandal

Bridge

“Last one, I swear” — famous lie

Says every bloke with a phone held high

Tomorrow morning, full of regret

Group chat pinging… “Seen this yet?”

Final Chorus

Ohh boys, ohh boys, look at the mess

Three grown children, zero finesse

Same room, same mugs, same stupid fun

Ohh boys, ohh boys… what have we done