Lyrics
Who's out revelling in the queue for the Indie night?
Stringent cut to the side and cheese it tight
Cool and the gang got me looking round
Good god that boy’s just bringing us down
Never bore, you've got everybody laughing
It looks to me like you don't get out often, darling
To stand out in the scene, you've got to fit in
Or next week, I guarantee you'll be singing
Clique clique club, where be the love?
Clique clique club, where be the love?
Clique clique club, where be the love?
Clique clique club, where be the love?
Clique clique club, we’ve had enough
Pissed up, push into a posh girl talking about art
Turning 'round the corner, she’ll be tearing me apart
Spitting spite with a coke eyed glow
I think I’ll be getting my coat
Clique clique clique
Clique clique clique
Clique clique clique
It's enough to make you sick!
Ooh what a fool, don’t he know who be with me
Tryna’ get in with a [????]
Ego, pride, racking up and talking bull-[(-shit)]
All night hanging 'round the cubicle
Clique clique club, where be the love?
Clique clique club, where be the love?
Clique clique club, where be the love?
Clique clique club, where be the love?
Clique clique club, we’ve had enough
Written by: Unknown
