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2 Pints Of Rasa

This song is by Sultans Of Ping F.C. and appears on the album Casual Sex In The Cineplex (1993).

Saturday afternoon and I'm drinking with the guys
Thinking of the day's results and your lovely eyes
And I quite like you
You are my ice cream

Wednesday afternoon and you sit out on the wall
Mandy says you're heavy but that's hardly true at all
And I quite like you
You are my ice cream

And it almost drives me mental when I see you in this way
Your huge dilated pupils like you're let out for the day
Dancing to the music that they make in factories
You don't have to wear a tracksuit if you want to dance with me

And I've been contemplating, oh so many, many, many, ways
To try and penetrate your supersonic electronic rays
And I know I haven't been the best of company these days
I'd like to say

Two pints of rasa
I think you're me dancer
Two pints of rasa
I think you're me dancer

Wednesday afternoon and you sit out on the wall
Mandy says you're heavy but that's hardly true at all
And I quite like you
You are my sweetheart

And it almost drives me mental when I see you in this way
Your huge dilated pupils like you're let out for the day
Dancing to the music that they make in factories
You don't have to wear a tracksuit if you want to dance with me

And I've been contemplating, oh so many, many, many, ways
To try and penetrate your supersonic electronic rays
And I know I haven't been the best of company these days
I'd like to say

Two pints of rasa
I think you're me dancer
Two pints of rasa
I think you're me dancer

Saturday afternoon and I'm drinking with the guys
Thinking of the day's results and your lovely eyes
And I quite like you
You are my ice cream

And my mother says Tuesday's child was always full of grace
You were born on Wednesday and you're not so fair of face
But I still like you
You are my ice cream

And it almost drives me mental when I see you in this way
Your huge dilated pupils like you're let out for the day
Dancing to the music that they make in factories
You don't have to wear a tracksuit if you want to dance with me

And I've been contemplating, oh so many, many, many, ways
To try and penetrate your supersonic electronic rays
And I know I haven't been the best of company these days
I'd like to say

Two pints of rasa
I think you're me dancer
Two pints of rasa
I think you're me dancer
Two pints of rasa
I think you're me dancer
Two pints of rasa
I think you're me dancer
Two pints of rasa