 Lads, lads, always busy dreamin' bout lads, lads Head is spinnin' thinkin' bout lads, need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday That one from work can come over on Monday night And when they finally leave me I'm all alone but I'm lookin' down on my girls are blowin' my phone up Then 20 questions they askin' me where I'm at didn't hit I'm sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like I had to trash the hotel lobby I was busy thinkin' bout lads, lads