Macc lads

Well I want to sing a song about Lady Muck yoooh, Well, it weren't her real name, but it rhymed with f**k. An' I'm gonna nacc me voice doin' this for too long, Come on Fast Fret, let's get on with the...

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...

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 f**kin' many put the Peter to sleep. There were...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Where's the f**king 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...