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 got to leave room for me chips, So twenty pints is fine, Hey you, you poof, you fucking cunt, Get off that pint, it`s mine. Twenty pints of Bonnington`s every Friday night. Twenty pints of Bonnington`s then we`re outside for a fight. You think you`re one of the Macc Lads? You look a bloody sight. `Cos I`ve spilt more ale down me waistcoat, Than you`ve supped tonight. Peter. And we`ll all go down Limmoge`s after closing time, Hey you, you poof, you fucking cunt, Get off that crack it`s mine. Twenty pints of Bonnington`s every Friday night. Twenty pints of Bonnington`s then we`re outside for a fight. You think you`re one of the Macc Lads? You`re too fucking tight. `Cos I`ve spilt more ale down me waistcoat, Than you`ve supped tonight. `Cos I`ve spilt more ale down me waistcoat, Than you`ve supped tonight.
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