Yaaaaaaaaaw!
Dick Head was a pratt, he drove a Skoda with extra lamps on,
Always dickin' prattin',
Looked like a reuseable tampon.
Tried to chat the birds up,
He'd always end up bleedin',
It's tough when you come from Bollington,
It's all the interbreeding.
Sungla**es in the evening,
Umbrellas in his bitter.
"Excuse me Mrs. Woman, do you take it up the sh**ter?"
Guess what in the pint pot?
Size ten in the dick,
It's best to take those gla**es off when your chatting up Stez Styx.
Do you fancy going out on a ba*tard,
An' buying us a couple of beers?
She said, "I'd rather sit on me finger,
Or go and have a cervical smear."
Bloik.
So Dick Head went to Soho,
And he paid for a 69,
"Gissus the beads up front love,
You'd better not waste me time."
The who*e had had beans for dinner,
She farted up his nose,
He said, "I'm not payin' knacker's head for sixty-nine of those!"
Do you fancy going out on a ba*tard,
Do you want another packet of crisps?
Or what about a bag of pork scatchings?
Do you mind if I just weigh up your tits...
Whheey!
Heavy Metal.
Do you fancy going out on a ba*tard,
An' buying us a couple of beers?
She said, "I'd rather sit on me finger,
Or go and have a cervical smear."
Bloik.