No petrol in the van,
Knee-deep in empty cans,
We lost the map,
The tyre's flat,
The b***** gig's been banned.
We stopped off for some grease,
Ben Nevis is obese,
We left him stranded,
Empty handed,
Ten miles outside Leeds,
Oh no!
Find us a pub where the ale and tarts are free,
Lock that f****** door, we'll drink beer 'til eternity.
Someone farted in the back,
Fast Fret found a cat,
It was in the road, all stiff and cold,
And squashed and thin and flat.
He wants to take it back,
In a Tesco bag,
Its got one eye, its full of flies,
He needs something to s***,
For f**** sake!
Find us a pub where the ale and tarts are free,
Lock that f****** door, we'll drink beer 'til eternity.
Find us a pub where the ale and tarts are free,
Lock that f****** door, we'll drink beer 'til eternity.
Find us a pub where the ale and tarts are free,
Lock that f****** door, we'll drink beer 'til eternity.
©1989 The Macc Lads
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Knee-deep in empty cans,
We lost the map,
The tyre's flat,
The b***** gig's been banned.
We stopped off for some grease,
Ben Nevis is obese,
We left him stranded,
Empty handed,
Ten miles outside Leeds,
Oh no!
Find us a pub where the ale and tarts are free,
Lock that f****** door, we'll drink beer 'til eternity.
Someone farted in the back,
Fast Fret found a cat,
It was in the road, all stiff and cold,
And squashed and thin and flat.
He wants to take it back,
In a Tesco bag,
Its got one eye, its full of flies,
He needs something to s***,
For f**** sake!
Find us a pub where the ale and tarts are free,
Lock that f****** door, we'll drink beer 'til eternity.
Find us a pub where the ale and tarts are free,
Lock that f****** door, we'll drink beer 'til eternity.
Find us a pub where the ale and tarts are free,
Lock that f****** door, we'll drink beer 'til eternity.
©1989 The Macc Lads
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