Campervan to Amsterdam

Bruv… Mike’s got the campervan keys again… Yeah, I know… absolute chaos incoming… Mike’s an old white geezer with a tracksuit tan, Reebok classics, beer belly, still thinks he’s the man. Says: “Boys, pack your bags, we’re headin’ for the ‘Dam, Weekend getaway, mandem holiday, trust — no plan.” He’s got Lidl snacks, a crate of lukewarm cans, Sat-nav screaming, he goes: “Ignore that, I’m the man.” Dave’s rolling Rizla, Terry’s spilling rum, Campervan swerves pedestrians run. We’re rollin’, rollin’… road signs blur like madness… Old-school ravers in a hi-vis canvas… Weekend warriors till the wheels fall off… If the van breaks down, we jus’ push it, boss. Campervan to Amsterdam, yeah we’re on route Old lads actin’ like they’re back in their youth Bassline hittin’ while we slide through the land Bruv, no one’s ready for this mandem grand-dad gang Campervan to Amsterdam, vibes on tap If the tyres don’t pop, we ain’t turnin’ back Gonna rave till Monday, feet in the sand Campervan to Amsterdam… campervan to Amsterdam… Customs bloke asks: “Anything to declare?” Mike grins: “Only me back pain and me lack of hair.” Whole crew laughin’, van smells like late nights, Air freshener hangin’ but it’s losin’ the fight. Playlist’s bangin’: bit of 2-step, bit of jungle, Sat-nav wants left, but Mike loves a rumble. He takes the wrong exit “shortcuts, boys!” We end up in a field full of cows lookin’ moist. Terry’s like: “Fam, we’ll miss the ferry!” Mike says: “Pipe down, we’re early… ish… very.” Someone cracks cans, morale goes up, Whole van bouncing like a speaker in a club. We’re rollin’, rollin’, UK grit with banter… Old ravers move like teenage chanters… Route goes wrong but the vibes stay right… Mandem camping on the edge of the night… Campervan to Amsterdam, yeah we’re on route Old lads actin’ like they’re back in their youth Bassline hittin’ while we slide through the land Bruv, no one’s ready for this mandem grand-dad gang Campervan to Amsterdam, vibes on tap If the tyres don’t pop, we ain’t turnin’ back Gonna rave till Monday, feet in the sand Campervan to Amsterdam… campervan to Amsterdam… Y’know… when the lads get together… Age don’t matter… stress don’t matter… Life’s long, but weekends are short. And sometimes… You just need a dodgy campervan, A dodgier playlist, And your best idiots beside you. Yeah… Campervan to Amsterdam… We move… Slowly… But we move…