You see the young bucks come up from the countryside,
Drinking on the train and hoping for a good time,
In a group of four but there ain’t no foresight,
They’ve all been blinded by the illuminated city lights,
Hoping to wake up next to someone random,
Add another member to their ****** fandom,
They’ll inevitably be on the first train home,
One may get too drunk, get lost and travel alone,
Gain more numbers than they all can remember,
Spend the hungover morning after pondering what to send her,
Fast forward! It’s now the subsequent weekend,
Oh look! The young bucks are at it again.