Let’S Club It To Death lyrics

Song information

Artist: Tism
Album: Hot Dogma

Lyrics

Excuse me, can I have this dance?
There's an ill will blowin' in my pants
My friends call me john, you can call me breaker morant
Let's club it to death

Chorus
Gimme your seal of approval
Let's club it to death

I started the day with cereal
Now I'm feelin' kinda ethereal
It's gonna end in something venereal
Let's club it to death

There's a tiger in my tank
There's a burglar in my bank
There's sauce on my footy frank
Let's club it to death