Тексты песен «Macc Lads»

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 twat." He said, "Have a nice day sir, would you like a paper hat?"...

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 crack on the lake but her mate's got a flabby arse. So let's hit...

He squidges in the van, All twenty four stones, He gets three kebabs and he eats them on his own, Quick trouser cough Nevis touches cloth, Fuck fuck hide behind a truck, all the windows are steaming up. Gas gas quick...

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 me vest, An' I said "best get some cans in, it's a long ride."...

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 up, He'd always end up bleedin', It's tough when you come from...

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've got fer get some Boddies down thee, You know where it's at,...

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, No chippies in bloody place...

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, Said her name was Charlotte and she...

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, Dragged this Dago back fer hotel, He's...

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. I says, come on lads and finish your Bombay duck, We're going to find...

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, We left him standing empty...

Close your legs love, your meat smells. But it keeps the flies off me chips. I took the crack to the flicks just the other night, We were groating on the barrow, everything were alright, Then the smell like a dog took...

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, I sit and stare at the crack, But they just...

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, I want a fit bird from the Sunday Sport, I can't hear me...

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" I think she must have meant the bog. Do you want a...

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 forget your tea, We're going down town to get some chips and...

I got a buer that works in Dillons in the back of me Vauxhall Viva, She had massive melons and I wanted bang her beaver, She had real bad breath and a touch of the pox, But I ripped off her bags and her sweaty socks,...

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, Free gravy tonight, I've got bad diarrhoea. Sea food special...

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, Come on Fast Fret, let's get on with the song. She was...

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 her tits were that big, And they said bollocks and they're made of...