Staggered in MaccDonald's on a Friday afternoon
All the pubs were shut, there was knob all else to do
I said: 'Give us a big mac, now, you spotty little twat.'
He said: ' Have a nice day, sir, would you like a paper hat?'
I said: 'Have a nice day, bollocks, where's me fu*king mac? And I'll have a pint of root
Beer in a proper fu*king glass. If its some new bloody lager, I'll smash your nose into the
Floor, I won't be drinking in MaccDonald's when they change the drinking laws
Then I'll drink, drink, drink, 'til its coming out me ears, drink, drink, drink, 'til the pub runs out of beer, drink, drink, drink, 'til I can't take another sip, -all day drinking on an intravenous drip
What's the point of drinking up at three-o-fu*king clock? Whеn there's decеnt hours in
Scotland, but that's all full of Jocks. The penny-pinching ba*tards have all got ginger hair
And it takes an hour to buy a pint, you can't understand a word. And they're queuing up outside
The pub, waiting for a sale, bet they wished they put their bags on when it blows a fu*king gale
Everyone will buy more beer when they change the drinking laws, they can spend the extra tax
They get, and mend that fu*king Wall.'