When you're in,
A clean-cut pop band,
You have to behave,
Or they will...slap...your...hand.
We were out,
Smoking gear in town,
When the law came up,
And took all...our...names...down.
We didn't see the copper coming,
No time for us to start a-running,
Got taken to the local nick, cos...
Smo...king...dope...gets...you...a...rrested...
ROACH! SKINS and WEED!
We all smoke marajuana!
ROACH! SKINS and WEED!
In search of instant karma!
ROACH! SKINS and WEED!
Our record company has thrown a fit...
And says that we're all in deep sh-
*Moyles intro starts*
You remember when the guys in S Club 7 got caught with dope, yeah?
i remember stuff when he was doing radio games like 'throwing sweets at the studio clock' and you'd tell him to aim. once he did throwing eggs at the studio dave