Verse 1 Yeah man When midnight strikes, the city goes still, Labubus come out, do whatever they will. They guzzle booze from flowerpots, dance like maniacs on trash-can tops. One pukes into the flowerbed, another laughs till everything’s dead. The night is hot, the moon looks on, the whole damn street becomes taboo till dawn! Chorus Labubus tear everything apart, drink beer and play “who sticks it where” from the start. Labubus dance, sweat, and roar, the night is ours—we want more and more! Verse 2 Yeah man One Labubu steals the baker’s van, drives it drunk straight into the corner shop, damn. Another pisses in time with the beat, rats dance along—it’s freaky and sweet. They make out wildly, they bellow loud, the asphalt’s sticky, the night’s screwed now. No one sleeps, the moon’s obscene, Labubu party—no goal, no string. Chorus Labubus tear everything apart, drink beer and play “who sticks it where” from the start. Labubus dance, sweat, and roar, the night is ours—we want more and more! Bridge People dream nicely tucked in their beds, but outside it’s going totally mad. It stinks of beer, of sweat and blood, Labubu party—damn, that feels good! Finale One last scream, one final drink, the night is wrecked, but it was bliss, I think. When the sun comes up, we’re quiet and still, but next night again—whatever happens, will.
