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