Lyrics:

Sup up, lad, I've spilt more ale down me waistcoat
Than you've supped tonight
Boddington's or Willy's lads?
Willy's tastes like piss
I've got ten pints down me neck the night
He hasn't supped the 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 Boddington's every Friday night
Twenty pints of Boddington'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
And we'll all go down to Images 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