The Macc Lads - Rockweilers lyrics

Stuck our faces out the windows on the way to Leeds, Wagged our stumps together, we're not like the other breeds, We'd lie in wait for postmen, I showed you how to spot them, But I can't tell you that I love you when your nose is up my bottom. Rockweiler, Rockweiler, Rockweiler. We hung around the butcher's and grummidged in his skip, I ate too many fish heads and let you eat my sick, The tripe was ripe and mouldy, the sausages were rotten, But I can't tell you that I love you when my nose is up your bottom. Rockweiler, Rockweiler, Rockweiler. We ate country pancakes, chased rabbits in the fields, Barbara Woodhouse, Ronnie Barker, and La**ie on TV, I even let you lick my piss, or have you just forgotten? But I can't tell you that I love you when your nose is up my bottom. Rockweiler, Rockweiler, Rockweiler.