In the early hours walking thru the precint He's spent all his money and now he's real skint He sees the video thru the hi-fi shops' doors The beer in his brain says go on it's yours Even though he's pissed and his senses are all dull He can still hear the ringing of the alarm bell He looks at the damage thru pissed eyes He's gotta leg it now now he's got his prize He tries to run away but his legs don't wanna know A voice laughts to him it is the alcohol He stumbles thru the street not knowing where to go A pissed-up idiot with an expensive video And he realises later when he gets home at three It's too hot plog and he's got no TV