Twenty Pints — текст песни (macc lads)

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.