On the street, late at night
Short skirt, skin tight
What you want? She said
Ten quid, money spent
Trousers down in the dark
Caught a feel of something hard
What's that? I didn't say, I carried on anyway

Every weekend is the same, over and over again
On the streets and in the allies
Will I never ever learn?
Although I'm always getting burned
Why do I end up with a tranny?

After that, I'm high, having such a good time
I think I've scored till I find
A little bulge, between the thighs
Two balls, fake boobs, I've made a wrong move
She says goodbye, and I've done another guy

Every weekend is the same, over and over again
On the streets and in the allies
Will I never ever learn?
Although I'm always getting burned
Why do I end up with a tranny?

Transmission, transmission
Oi, oi, oi
Transmission, transmission
Oi, oi, oi
Transmission, transmission
Oi, oi, oi
Transmission, transmission
Oi, oi, oi

It's over now, he's gone
But is it really that wrong?
I guess it's hard to admit
That I'm quite into dick
Does it mean that I'm gay?
I don't care either way
Real girls are hard to find, if he can do it, so can I

Every weekend is the same, over and over again
On the streets and in the allies
Will I never ever learn?
Although I'm always getting burned
Why do I end up with a tranny?
With a tranny
With a tranny
With a tranny