HEAR YE, HEAR YE, PEOPLE OF GLASGOW FAIR

A curious summons fills the air

On Midsummer’s eve, by moonlight’s flank

We gather for A Midsummer Night’s Skank

At Nice N Sleazy’s enchanted door

A woodland realm shall rise once more

With fairy lights and forest glow

Where sprites and skanking creatures go

The drums shall thunder, the bass shall growl

Like ancient spirits on the prowl

Through rolling jungle, breaks, and bass

The dancefloor shall become a place

Where goblins rave and fairies sway

Till dawn arrives to steal the day

And leading all through night’s delights

Bexlo commands the woodland rites

With mighty basslines, deep and grand

To shake the roots beneath the land

So don thy wings, thy crown, thy mask

And join us in this moonlit task

Leave all decorum at the bank

And lose thyself in

A Midsummer Night’s Skank