Shout out all the boy eggs out there
Big Boys crew, bringing big tunes again
Turn your bass all the way up pal, all the way fuckin up
Here:

Cider, cider, 5 litre for a fiver
If you got any weed then pass me the grinder
Squidgy Black, Super skunk
Boulder Burns when I’m drunk
Get on a gurn, drop 2 dids
Snorting this then you gonna need a shit

Oggy Oggy Oggy
Boy Boy Boy
Graveyard Gang here
If you know then you know
Turn the lights out
Going silent lambs mode
Be like Rebel Rebel
And let yourself go

Sewers of Burnley
Top of K2
Bottom of the sea
Machu Pichu
Us Boys we endless
Mobius loops
Shout out all the single birds out there
Cus even Swans mate for life, you know – lets go

You think you at an auction
Cus I’m here with the badda-pap-ba-ba
2 for 10 and thats SOLD that there to the man with fat backed lass
Snorting off that phone screen
Head tilted for that nosebleed
You Better keep the baggie open
Cus I found my house keys
Don’t share notes, HIV
Don’t share tabs, I’m greedy
Don’t text back, honestly
Don’t stop dancing, ecstasy
Fucking up your car like I’m X to the Z
Matryoshka style, we rushing
Tiny TV inside another TV
16:9, an that’s widescreen
Feeling Rambo not Balboa
Big like Lebowski, Coen Brother
I’m Stravinsky, turning spring to summer
Jean Michael Jarre covering Hot butter
We doing coke, forget Doctor Pepper
Grab a pork pie and a 4 pack of stella
This for the mutants, fuck the professor
Taught myself shit like Helen Keller

Yo, so we dancing
So get the pints in
We all family
And I’m going Charlie Manson
Buy your dad a pint
Cus he says he ain’t a taxi
Leave your gran a voicemail
Show her how we party

Burberry Cap
Twist it back
Goin round and round
Cus the 90s in fash
Robbie Williams
Millenium Dome
Fake my own death
Like Marilyn Monroe
Culture eats itself, we chefs you know
Shout like Ramsey down your phone
This ain’t Michelin Stars, this cooked at home
Check out our shit Bandcamp.Boyzone

Do you think you’ve heard this tune before? Ey?
Do you think you’ve heard this tune before?

Tryna put your finger on the Boys, that's impossible
We see opportunity where you see obstacles, you're obstinate
And when we riding you know there's no stopping us
So stop your conniving son, you can't fuck with us

Rolling in an Abrams tank, barrel smoking, that's all dank
Laughing all the way to the bank I'm broke as fuck just playin a prank
Ramming through the wall telling the cashier youve been Punk'd
Swinging from the chandelier on acid, champange drunk
Blasting '93 G-funk and '97 Scooter, I'm
Masking up like Halloween, face look like Freddy Kruger
Sipping Gaviscon and whisky in a drunken stupor we be
Taking the day off the Boys are going Ferris Bueller

Smoked out, coked out, rip my clothes off
Jean Claude Van Damme kick your nose off
Flying elbow tiger knee, all the while I'm sipping lean
The Boys are on a killing spree, slice you up like Kimbo
We're going out guns blazing, wielding twin AK's akimbo
Welcome to the Boyzone, 202023, Year of the Boy
We're shooting Drake into space, time for blastoff
3,2,1, it's the Boys it's the -