Fucking right.
Bank holiday Monday,
By Sunday I was....
So let's fuck off to Alton Towers.
One or two, quite a few in the queue for the bumper cars.
Fit crack on the lake but her mate's got a flabby arse.
So let's
The Sea lyrics


I woke up from a dream
A white rose was floating to greet... the sea
Morning light, race me down
The woo
 hit the bars....
Where's the fucking pub?
Where's the fucking ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-fucking rail.
Where's the fucking crack?
There's middle aged mums with big fabby bums.
Black hole queue's past the entrance gate now,
Well, I
Woman With The Tattooed Hands lyrics

I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
tattooes on the top sides of both of 
ve been with Sweatty Betty and it's not worth the wait.
No!
I wouldn't stand in a queue for all the tea in China,
I'd rather pump the S up me deck top's vagina,
Sarah the dog.
Where's the fucking pub?
Where's the fucking ale?
We don't want to qu
Bodyfly lyrics


 
(Written by  Beppe Savoni Eddie Cumana) 
 
 
where are you tonight? 
Now my mind is cra
ue for the mono-fucking rail.
Where's the fucking crack?
There's middle aged mums with big fabby bums.
Fuck cunt wank shit.
Where's the fucking pub?
Where's the fucking ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-fucking rail.
(Repeat to end)