The Chats - Dine N Dash

I wanna go out and fill my gob
But I don't have a fuckin' job
I can't afford a proper feed
I just wish I could eat
But I don't have any cash
So tonight we're gonna do the dine and dash

Dine and dash
Do the dine and dash
Dine and dash
Do the dine and dash
Dine and dash
I'm sick to death of eatin' out of the trash
Dine and dash
Do the dine and dash

Any restaurant, any time
We can commit the perfect crime
You just gotta run, when you're done
Dine and dash, it's only fun
I don't have any cash
So tonight we're gonna do the dine and dash

Dine and dash
Do the dine and dash
Dine and dash
Do the dine and dash
Dine and dash
I'm sick to death of eatin' out of the trash
Dine and dash
Do the dine and dash

Written by:
Eamon Zambia Sandwith, Joshua Price, Matthew Boggis

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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