Lyrics:

They are known as pilsen
They're full of wind and piss
They're so bloody awful
That they can hardly miss

They're not what you call musicians
Not one of them can sing
Except for their old mate Ronald Biggs
Who sounds too much like Bing?

We have no special talent
Except for sex and drink
We'd never ever mess whith drugs
What would the neighbours think?

They like to lie around all day
Doing sweet f a
They're completely useless
But somehow make it pay

We rarely wash or clean our teeth
For we've got horrible breath
But the punk chicks seem to like it
For them the kiss of death

You may have heard of the pistols
Toten hosen and the rest
But remember
We are pilsen
And were the fuckin' best

So if you're ever in Argentina
Or better still B.A.
Come and see a Pilsen show
We are giving one today.