Тексты песен «Macc Lads»

She was the perfect woman, She was my kind of a bird, 'Cos she stayed in the kitchen and she never said a word. She had real big tits and a lovely slappable arse, But now she's into barbeques and wine bars. Oh, I used...

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 wall down, Change bar round, Paint door brown, It's going to look...

Well the weekend is coming and it's time for a bath, We're going to sup some Boddies and we'll have a good laugh, So leave the dog at home or it'll want some drinks. Go to Dag's, get some fags, pull a couple of slags...

Sheep shaggers.... Went up in the hills, We was on a binge, Look for some pubs and up some minge. Couldn't find us no beer, We just found sheep, So fuckin' many put the Peter to sleep. There were sheep in the fields...

Get stuffed you arse bandit. One of me best mates, He come from Macc, And we used to go out pulling crack, Now we know it were just a farce, 'Cos he's got spunk dribbling out of his arse. He's got scabs from stalking...

It was Saturday night and we're dressed for the kill, I've got me rubbers, Stez wants his on the pill, Come on lads, stop hanging around, Get in the car, we'll hit the fuckin' town. Go. Now Peter pulled a rough one,...

Come on lads and lasses will you finish up your glasses, Let's go home. Now you know the regulations I don't want an explanation, Time to go. Fuck off you twat, we want to stoppy back, stoppy back. Fuck off you twat,...

Well, she wore big knickers, And she worked on t' sewage farm, I got me 'and down 'er jeans an' I nearly lost half me arm. But after ten pints, Looked quite fit, Couldn't wait to get me hands On her flabby tits...

Pint after pint after pint after pint we sup, Crack after crack after crack after crack we fuck, There's a pink giving me the wink, And she'll make me finger stink, I think it's all this beer they make me drink. Tab...

Ten pints of Boddies and a barley wine, We've got to make the Bear's Head before closing time. We're the Macc Lads, we were born in a pub, We like us ale and we like us grub, We're the Macc Lads and we ain't fuckin'...

Where's the fucking party? Someone's in the kitchen eating pies and mucky tarts, Bammy's in the bathroom and he's lighting up his farts. Now Peter's supping bitter, he's getting really canned, He locks himself in the...

Sup up, lad, I've spilt more ale down me waistcoat Than you've supped tonight. Bonnington's or Willy's lads? Willy's tastes like piss. I've got ten pints down me neck the night, He's blown some froth off his. Now I've...

Just take a look over there, Is that one fit with the long dark hair? Well she's got to be a mucky tart, Her mate looks like a madman's horse. Can I have the fit one? Oh, don't be boring, Me knob's gone deaf, it's one...