There was a load of smelly Arab twats in Bagh-fu*king-dad
With greasy hair and sweaty bums, they'd never heard of Boddington's
A different culture and a different race, - no chippies in the fu*king place
Give us back fat Terry Waite, or get a Dr Marten in the face
Eh Up!
They got our backs up without a doubt, time to sort those Arabs out
Saddam Hussein lives in fear of real men who can hold their beer
Eh, Eh, Eh, The lads are on their way
With bayonets and tommy guns and bellies full of Boddington's
Eh Up!
Sheep's eyeballs and camel crap is all they eat in I-fu*king-raq
But after a scrap with the English navy, they'll ask for the recipe for chips 'n' gravy