[Intro] (Oi, girls, you ready or what?) Red boots on the curb outside the pub tonight [Verse 1] He leans on the bar, breath smelling like gin Calling me "sweetheart" like that pulls me in His mate nudges over, says "give us a smile" We trade one glance, then we laugh for a while Lipstick and leather, we own this whole room He thinks his cheap pint glass counts as the moon Every tired line like a rerun show We can mouth the words before they even flow [Pre Chorus] We did not ride the last tube for this Every "alright, darling" swings and it misses If you were half as smart as your cologne is loud You would hear us screaming back at the crowd [Chorus] Oi, jog on, jog on, jog on, mate You ain't my type, you turned up too late We came for the drums and the feedback rain Not your boring face and your watered down game All you boys lined up look the same tonight Oi, jog on, jog on, get out my light [Verse 2] New one on the floor in his office shoes Shouting "I play guitar" like that is news He asks what it is that a little girl plays We plug in and drown him in white noise haze He tries to guess who will fall in love first Cannot tell the difference, which is almost worse Thinks a round of shots is a wedding ring We turn to the mic and let the whole room sing [Pre Chorus] We did not ride the last tube for this Every "alright, darling" swings and it misses If you were half as smart as your cologne is loud You would hear us screaming back at the crowd [Chorus] Oi, jog on, jog on, jog on, mate You ain't my type, you turned up too late We came for the drums and the feedback rain Not your boring face and your watered down game All you boys lined up look the same tonight Oi, jog on, jog on, get out my light [Bridge] Girls on the left side, girls on the right We sing over you, we own the night You talk to our bodies, but you do not see There is four of us, and none of us free [Chorus] Oi, jog on, jog on, jog on, mate You ain't my type, you turned up too late We came for the drums and the feedback rain Not your boring face and your watered down game All you boys lined up look the same tonight Oi, jog on, jog on, get out my light [Outro] We pack up the cables, walk out in the rain Your number on a napkin bleeds down the drain You shout "text me, baby" at the smoky sky Oi, jog on, jog on, we do not reply
