Viva Costa Del Sol

[Intro: Intercom & Dustin]
Final call for passengers: Dustin, Hacksaw, Skunk and the Monkey Gibbons
Please make your way to gate twenty six as your flight is now closing
Leg 'er lads! Gate twenty six!

[Verse 1: Dustin]
We're all flying off to Puerto Banús
Four young bulls let off on the loose
Fifty quid between us sure we'll all have a ball
Viva Costa del Sol

[Verse 2: Dustin]
There's a fiesta down in Playa des Ingles
Pity me luggage fell out over Finglas
Once we're in the sun it doesn't matter at all
Viva Costa del Sol

[Skit 1: Dustin]
Bonjournos señorita
Could you direct mе-ones me and me matе-os to the apartments el cucaracho por favor?
Over there
Well, it'll be nice when it's finished lads
Who cares! To the beach señores!

[Verse 3: Dustin]
Baking on the sand just catchin' the rays
Forgot me factor fifty and later I'll pay
Met flamenco dancers, said to give them a call (wahoo!)
Viva Costa del Sol

[Skit 2: Dustin & Flamenco dancer]
Alright-o lads, best behaviour-one, it's the flamenco lovelies
"Pleased to meet you señoritas from the beaches"
"Hola"
Alright, a tad more señors than señoritas, musta been the sun in me eyes
Leg it, lads!

[Verse 4: Dustin]
Back at the hotel and the roof's just caved in
No more money, we'll be eatin' from the bins
Hacksaw's diarrhoea is a pain in the...
Viva Costa del Sol

[Skit 3: Dustin]
Excuse me, [?] me and me mate-os are over on the Quinnsworth stampos, comprende?
Well me mate, Hacksaw, has a dose of the [?] in the [?] region from eatin' too much of your paelleo, comprende?
Oh right, you're a carpet shop
Ehh, ou est le jax-o?

[Verse 5: Dustin]
Hacksaw wants a donkey but I told him to pass
We have Monkey Gibbons, sure we have our own ass
He bought some maracas, he drove us up the wall
Viva Costa del Sol

[Verse 6: Dustin]
Time to head home-o after two weeks of sun
Standin' on the plane because we all burnt our bums
Adios amigos, we'll be back one and all
Back to the Costa del Sol

[Skit 4: Dustin]
Right lads, off with the seatbelts you lot
We're all ambassadors for our country
Stand up for the national anthem
Here we go: "Olé..."
Ah hold on
Monkey! Sit down that's the Macarena you're doing!
Here trolley dolly, what am I supposed to eat: the sandwiches or the plastic tray? Because the tray tastes nicer? Huah-ha
Jeez, she's got a few air miles on her anyway, boys
Will someone wake up the pilot? We're off flying over Holyhead
We're not landing in Knock?
Oh no!

[Outro: Dustin]
Viva Costa del Sol
Viva Costa del Sol
Viva Costa del Sol
Viva Costa del Sol

Shut up!
I said will ya shut up!