[intro] [instrumental] [verse] The disco ball is spinning like a manic silver plate We’re dodging all the bouncers by the VIP gate. You’re looking like a snack in your vintage Fred Perry And I’m a little drunk on a pint of something cherry. Caught us in the cubicle, a proper little scene The bouncer’s got a torch and he’s looking rather mean. Oh crikey, look at the time, we have got to go Quick! Fix your hair and put on a show. [instrumental] [chorus] Baby, zip me up, tight! We’ve got to get back to the night Baby, zip me up, fast! We need to make this party last [post-chorus] (Zip it high, zip it low) Don’t you let the knickers show (Zip me up, zip it low) And let’s go, go, go! [verse] Adjust the hem, I’m feeling like a proper little mod You’re acting like a geezer, oh you’re such a silly sod. Met a bird in the hallway with hair like a bush She gave me a wink and a little bit of a push. My dress is made of vinyl and it’s sticking to my skin Where’s the gin and tonic? Let the games begin. So pull the metal runner and hide the little lace We’ve got to get a move on or we’ll lose our bloody space. [instrumental] [chorus] Baby, zip me up, tight! We’ve got to get back to the night Baby, zip me up, fast! We need to make this party last [post-chorus] (Zip it high, zip it low) Don’t you let the knickers show (Zip me up, zip it low) And let’s go, go, go! [bridge] [spoken] (Zip...) Is it straight? (Zip...) Is it locked? (Zip...) Don't get stuck in the fabric... Ow! You clumsy berk! [chorus] [instrumental] (Zip it high, zip it low) Don’t you let the knickers show (Zip me up, zip it low) And let’s go, go, go! [outro]
