Somewhere between Liverpool street and Dale Street
Is a kinda butchers that sells different meat
Blacked out windows with a flashing green ‘bar' sign outside
Hides what's going on, in the inside
Have to pass the giants on the door first though
And believe me, if they say ‘no' they mean ‘no!'
"Don't touch the girls or we will touch you
And tip the girls a pound or two"
Groups of men are scattered around the stage
And a gang of kids who are blatantly underage
The girls come round topless with an empty glass
While ones dancing on stage shaking her ar$e
With a red draped curtain as a background
The girl with the class is asking for a pound
It's not the sort of place I go every weekend
But tonight I am out with an old uni friend
As I sip on my overly priced bottle of beer
Some woman whispers in my ear
"Fancy a private dance love?" she says to me
"Only cost you a twenty"
After thinking about it, I say yes please
And now I realise why it's called a ‘strip tease'
God I'd love to bone that chick
And I can imagine her sucking my d1ck
But I am only here for a laugh and a beer with my mate
So I guess I'll have to go home and masturbate
