On the street, late at night   Short skirt, skin tight   What you want, she said   10 quid, money spent   Drive us down, in the dark   Caught the feel, of something hard   What's that, i couldn't say   I carried on, anyway      Every weekend its the same   Over and over again   On the steets and in the alleys   Will i never ever learn   You know im always getting burned   Why do i end up with a tranny?      After that, im high   Having such, a good time   I think ive scored, til i find   A little bulge, between the thighs   Two balls, fake boobs   I've made, a wrong move   She says, goodbye   Aand i've done, another guy      Every weekend its the same   Over and over again   On the steets and in the alleys   Will i never ever learn   You know im always getting burned   Why do i end up with a tranny?      Transmission   Transmission   Oi Oi Oi      It's over now, he's gone   But is it really that wrong?   I guess its hard to admit   That i'm quite into dick   It doesn't 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 its the same   Over and over again   On the steets and in the alleys   Will i never ever learn   You know im always getting burned   Why do i end up with a tranny?