The Macc Lads - Village Idiot lyrics

Its thirty foot long and it stinks of piss, Sores and scabs all over it, Its rude, its wrinkled, its veins are blue, Its the Thursday morning pension queue. F*** off down the post office, if you're handicapped, Village idiot competition for mutants, geeks and spacks. Senile retards out for a drive, You're stuck behind a Lada for miles, They drool, they dribble, they cough, they wheeze, They make you queue for hours at Sainsbury's. F*** off down the post office, if you're handicapped, Village idiot competition for mutants, geeks and spacks. Hobbling, wobbling, doddering, slobbering, stammering, staggering fools, Dunces, dullards, demented dimwits, imbeciles, buffoons, Shuffling halfwits interbred, simpletons with mis-shaped heads, Rotting fossils, decomposing, Ninnies with no teeth, Wronglybuilts, grinning, gurning, incontinents and freaks. F*** off down the post office, if you're handicapped, Village idiot competition for mutants, geeks and spacks, F*** off down the post office, if you're handicapped, Village idiot competition for mutants, geeks and spacks.