© Exidious 2025 _____________ Grab ya trainers, pull ya snapback low It's half past seven, time to hit the road Pockets light but spirits proper high Gaff to pub, then club is where we'll fly Chorus We're the lost lads, lost lads Chasing vibes till the morning comes Started in the local, ended somewhere mad Just a bunch of proper British sons! "Oi bruv, you seen the time?" It's getting late Three pints deep and Gaz is in a state Jammy git just got another round While Jonno's pulling shapes across the ground Sesh is lit, we're moving through the town Kebab shop next, then onwards we are bound Tube's shut down, the Uber's cancelled too Some dodgy geezer says he knows what to do "Follow me lads, I know a secret spot" Now we're climbing fences – am I dreaming? What? We're the lost lads, lost lads Chasing vibes till the morning comes Started in the local, ended somewhere mad Just a bunch of proper British sons! Now we're in the bloomin' zoo Chatting with the kangaroos Phone's dead, head's spinning round Strangest night we've ever found! Morning light breaks through the foggy haze We're on a bench with peacocks in a daze Security bloke gives us proper grief But we'll be legends after this, good grief! We're the lost lads, lost lads Chasing vibes till the morning comes Started in the local, ended somewhere zoo Just a bunch of proper mental crew!