Ibiza

• The Prodigy
• The Day Is My Enemy

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Times four off the rock

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Benedict, can I get a smash sex course

Six pack slash drum edge

No tone, they’re faceless, the mix on sticks

Ibiza’s rotten encrusted rocks

Transmit, transmit (transmit)

What’s he fuckin’ doing?

What’s he fuckin’ doing? (Laugh!)

What’s he fuckin’ doing?

What’s he fuckin’ doing?

Plug it in, pre-mixed, all bought it

It’s all about the gear

Bleached-hair wanking mates just flown in on the lear

Private-jet, personal flyer

All done it, all fucking dire

Straights eight quid a packet?

Fuck that, I’m on the bacci mate (transmit)

(Eject the alarms off)

Cause the music, you’re so darn dull

(Eject the alarms off)

Cause the music, all darn dull

Stare

(Eject the alarms off)

Cause the music, you’re so darn dull

(Eject the alarms off)

Cause the music, all darn dull

What’s he fuckin’ doing?