On the street, late at night
Short skirt, skin tight
"What you want?" she said
Ten quid, money spent
Trousers down in the dark
Caught a feel of something hard
"What's that?" I didn't say
I carried on anyway
Every weekend is the same
Over and over again
On the streets and in the alleys
Will I never ever learn?
Although I'm always getting burned
Why do I end up with the trannies?
After that, I'm high
Having such a good time
I think I've scored till I find
A little bulge between the thighs
Two balls, fake boobs
I've made a wrong move
She says goodbye
And I've done another guy
Every weekend is the same
Over and over again
On the streets and in the alleys
Will I never ever learn?
Although I'm always getting burned
Why do I end up with the trannies?
Transmission, transmission
Oi, oi, oi
Transmission, transmission
Oi, oi, oi
Transmission, transmission
Oi, oi, oi
Transmission, transmission
Oi, oi, oi
It's over now, he's gone
But is it really that wrong?
I guess it's hard to admit
That I'm quite into dick
Does it mean that I'm gay?
I don't care either way
Real girls are hard to find
If he can do it, so can I
Every weekend is the same
Over and over again
On the streets and in the alleys
Will I never ever learn?
Although I'm always getting burned
Why do I end up with a tranny?
With a tranny
With a tranny
With a tranny
For the record: always ending up with the trannies doesn't make you gay.