Fucking right. Bank holiday Monday, By Sunday I was.... So let's fuck off to Alton Towers. One or two, quite a few in the queue for the bumper cars. Fit
windows are steaming up. Gas gas quick lads, The air in here is turning brown, Gas gas quick lads, Get the fucking windows down, Gas gas quick lads,
Yaaaaaaaaaw! Dick Head was a pratt, he drove a Skoda with extra lamps on, Always dickin' prattin', Looked like a reuseable tampon. Tried to chat the birds
Staggered in MacDonalds on a Friday afternoon, All the pubs were shut, There were knob all else fer do. I said, "Gissus a Big Mac now you spotty little
Well you ain't been goin' down the pub, You ain't been playing darts, You ain't been doin' what you should, You've been hangin' out with yer tart. You
New Delih, We had too much curry and aching bellies. Peter got gut rot and puked on the floor, Stez Styx banging on shithouse door. I says, come on lads
One day after closing I was lying on me nest,When Stez shouts "get yer bags on, come on outside."So I grabbed me stripy tank-top, I 'ad beer stains on
A ya ya ya ya ya yaaar... No petrol in the van, Knee deep in empty cans, We've lost the map, the tyre's flat, the bloody kid's been banned, We stopped
, without a doubt, Time to sort them bastards out, Costa Mendes lives in fear Of real men who can hold their beer. Sing hey hey hey the lads are on their
New face in the pub on a Friday night. "You alright?" I asked where she worked, she said, "Iawok dahn sayan" She were feeling "kanna closhy" She were
He'll eat your pies, he'll tell you lies, You wouldn't believe that fat bastard's size His massive gut is forty foot, it goes dark when he walks in the
Get weavin'. Well the fair comes down just once every year, The Macc Lads go there when they've supped their beer, So get weavin', With the Brut 33, And
I don't mind. A Macc Lad of me took note, And he poured a pint of bitter down me throat, It were the first pint I ever had, And I changed to a real Macc
you can do the washing up, Now I've had enough, come on fuck off, Get stuffed. Well I took her one side, and we started chatting, I said tell the lads
Well I want to sing a song about Lady Muck yoooh, Well, it weren't her real name, but it rhymed with fuck. An' I'm gonna nacc me voice doin' this for
it big, when she won Miss Macclesfield. She'll get fed up of buffets and one day she'll come back, 'Cos she knows that all the real men live in Macc,
I've been going t'same pub fer twenty year, It were half a crown then fer buy me beer, But they closed it down fer redecorate, They said we'll knock a
Well, in this life there's a couple of certs, One is death and the other's a nurse, Well Lucy's old and they say she's passed it, But I gave her one and
