AFK on the beach tonight
The party's dying left and right
You're DPS-ing on Londis wine
You should have left Leroy to go it alone
There are reasons
Good reasons
For staying at home
You just need these little reminders time to time
The boys are pushing for a skinny dip
The gameplay's so formulaic you feel sick
Leroy's putting the moves on Dave
Emma is shrieking out into the waves
You start thinking about the ocean and the buoy
When Emma's old friend
Down from Totnes
Flashes a pitying grin and suggests
That you take a spin on his fire poi
You can tell he wants to heal you
With his dick
What filthy casuals get a kick out of this shit
