The Macc Lads Bloik! Lyrics

d___ Head was a prat, drove a Skoda with extra lamps on,
Always getting t___ted, looked like a reusable tampon,
Tries to chat the birds up, always ends up bleeding,
Its tough when you come from Bollington, its all the interbreeding.

Sunglasses in the evening, umbrellas in his bitter,
'Excuse me, Mrs Woman, do you take it up the s___ter?',
He gets force-fed a pint pot, a size ten in the d___,
(Its best to take dark glasses off when you're chatting-up Stez Styx)

'Do you fancy going halves on a b______?,
Or buying us a couple of beers?'
'I'd rather sit on my finger,
Or go and have a cervical smear,
Bloik!

' d___ Head went to Soho, and paid for a sixty-nine,
She said: 'Give us the beads up front, love, you'd better not waste my time,'
The w____ had beans for dinner, and farted up his nose,
He said: 'I'm not paying ackers out for sixty nine of those.

Do you fancy going halves on a b______?,
Do you want another packet of crisps?,
Or what about a bag of pork scratchings?
Do you mind if I just weigh-up your t__s?'
Waeeey!

'Do you fancy going halves on a b______?,
Or buying us a couple of beers?'
'I'd rather sit on my finger,
Or go and have a cervical smear,
Bloik!

©1987 The Macc Lads

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