The Prodigy – Ibiza

Ibiza (feat. Sleaford Mods)

Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Don't fall off the rock

Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ready mix
Packet of smash
Sex cults
Six packs lash
Drum edge
No tone
The faceless
The mix on sticks
Ibiza's rotten incrusted rocks
Transmit transmit (transmit)

What's he fucking doing?
What's he fucking doing? (Laugh!)
What's he fucking doing?
What's he fucking doing?

Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Don't fall off the rock

Plug it in
Premix hard body
It's all about the gear
Bleached hair wanky mates just
flown in on the lear
Private jet personal flyer
All Danny all fucking Dire
Straights are eight a packet
Fuck that I'm on the baccy mate (Transmit)

What's he fucking doing?
What's he fucking doing? (Laugh!)
What's he fucking doing?
What's he fucking doing?

Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Don't fall off the rock

Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)

What's he fucking doing?
(DJ blocks my lungs up)
Cos the music's just got dumbed up
(DJ blocks my lungs up)
Cos the music's just got dumbed up
Stare
(DJ blocks my lungs up)
Cos the music's just got dumbed up
(DJ blocks my lungs up)
Cos the music's just got dumbed up

What's he fucking doing?


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