The Prodigy — Ibiza lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Ibiza" by The Prodigy.
Lyrics
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Times four off the rock
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Benedict, can I get a smash sex course
Six pack slash drum edge
No tone, they’re faceless, the mix on sticks
Ibiza’s rotten encrusted rocks
Transmit, transmit (transmit)
What’s he fuckin' doing?
What’s he fuckin' doing? (Laugh!)
What’s he fuckin' doing?
What’s he fuckin' doing?
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Times four off the rock
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Plug it in, pre-mixed, all bought it It’s all about the gear
Bleached-hair wanking mates just flown in on the lear
Private-jet, personal flyer
All done it, all fucking dire
Straights eight quid a packet?
Fuck that, I’m on the bacci mate (transmit)
What’s he fuckin' doing?
What’s he fuckin' doing? (Laugh!)
What’s he fuckin' doing?
What’s he fuckin' doing?
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Times four off the rock
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)
(Eject the alarms off)
Cause the music, you’re so darn dull
(Eject the alarms off)
Cause the music, all darn dull
Stare
(Eject the alarms off)
Cause the music, you’re so darn dull
(Eject the alarms off)
Cause the music, all darn dull
What’s he fuckin' doing?