DRUG SONG FOR PAULA.

Come on, Paula; have some tequila. We’ll kill the cocks and we’ll eat them raw. We’ll watch the foxes, we’re out of our boxes. There was something in the air and it’s ‘Rez’ by Underworld. She said, “Drugs are good, we like them. So let’s phone Rab and get some. Drugs are cool, we want some. So let’s find Rab and get some.” I don’t know what you do when I’m practicing voodoo. I had to get out the bog, the wallpaper was too much. You sat and got blunted, while I was thoroughly cunted. I was glued to the floor and Cheg couldn’t shut up. She said, “Drugs are good, we like them. So let’s phone Rab and get some. Drugs are cool, we want some. So let’s find Rab and get some.” Come on, Paula.