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 too long,.
Ah so.. The ducks are sitting and I making my list now,. Macc Lads stagger in and their all fucking pissed,. The fucking drunk bastards can't take their beer,.
She collects medicines in the box. Where once he had kept his. . And holds out hope the year-old worries. Will be gone, long before she goes. . So when's your start and when's your end?.
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,.
I was in the other room. When handsome was gettin' liver and laces. Couldn't save the family. 'Cause heroes wear masks and Lycra. . Out, out, out, out, out, Mary get out.
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 of t'"Neddie".
No one was crying. They simply got a little something in their eye. No one was lonely. They just could not get hold of anybody. Over the summer, a lot changed.
Better get another coal on the fake fire. Cover on the wet tiles, on the wet tiles. . Better run it out of town. That thought will cost you more. Than just a sweet smile, to a sweet smile.
Well, I spent last night trying to chuck me bird,. She were clinging to me leg like an old sick turd,. I said your tits are too small and your legs are too short,.
Mum said no to Disneyland. And Dad loves Church. Hallelujah. . And when the boys chew Lego. So now we can't build castles for robots. 'Cause the pieces don't fit together.
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 pub.
Swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming. Just stay in your lanes. Swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming. Just stay in your lanes. .
I've got an ugly face,. With spots all over the place,. I haven't got any mates,. And me clothes have gone out of date.. I go to the pub on me own,. And I drink me orange alone,.
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 off for some grease, Nevis is obese,.
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We all went down 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..
Spearmint Rhino was taking our money. when Gran was robbed of her own life honey.. The driverless hornet las post on the trumpet.. His blind, crippled crumpet don't like it but lump it..
We had a foreign holiday in Tiermarbelly,. We're gonna get laid by some greasy fellas,. We want some lump that's gonna fer plate us,. And we're gettin' under some Itallian waiters,.
I walked into the Nag's Head for to sustinate me belly,. There was a fit crack in the corner but I knew her cunt was smelly,. She smelt of rotting fish heads and old and crispy sick,.
Get at 'em.. There was a load bloody faries,. In Buenos bloody Aries,. With greasy hair and sweaty bums,. They'd never heard of Bonningtons,. It were a different culture and a different race,.