Three men and a Baby Ghostface
It all harks back to yesterday
I hope we didn't let you down
We just had to get out of that fucking town
Three men and a little lady 
Is not quite as daunting as we thought it would be
If you're Ted Danson then I'm Steve Guttenburg
Because Matt's Tom Seleck with the moustache to make it 
work

I hope you're OK tonight
We told you we knew that you'd be alright
I'm sure I owe you a pint
We've got to get fucked up when money's not so tight
I hope you're OK tonight

It's Friday night, let's go to Corporation
We'll meet JP, Uncle Limmer and Cheetham
Just bring yourself and that knackered suit jacket
And we'll drink vodka till our stomachs can't hack it
Twenty beers and a bottle of jager
and twenty benny silvers and a packet of papers
We failed those days like pissed up ninjas
All those nights that we'll never remember

Let's drive to down to Gainsborough
We'll see Mancsy-Spider
A twenty-four pack of stubbies
Sunshine and a shit-ton of footie