Ibiza lyrics

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Don't fall off the rock

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ready mix

Packet of smash

Sex cults

Six packs lash

Drum edge

No tone

The faceless

The mix on sticks

Ibiza's rotten incrusted rocks

Transmit transmit (transmit)

What's he fucking doing?

What's he fucking doing? (Laugh!)

What's he fucking doing?

What's he fucking doing?

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Don't fall off the rock

Plug it in

Premix hard body

It's all about the gear

Bleached hair wanky mates just

flown in on the lear

Private jet personal flyer

All Danny all fucking Dire

Straights are eight a packet

Fuck that I'm on the baccy mate (Transmit)

What's he fucking doing?

What's he fucking doing? (Laugh!)

What's he fucking doing?

What's he fucking doing?

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Don't fall off the rock

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

What's he fucking doing?

(DJ blocks my lungs up)

Cos the music's just got dumbed up

(DJ blocks my lungs up)

Cos the music's just got dumbed up

Stare

(DJ blocks my lungs up)

Cos the music's just got dumbed up

(DJ blocks my lungs up)

Cos the music's just got dumbed up

What's he fucking doing?

• Artist:The Prodigy
• Album:The Day Is My Enemy