The Macc Lads - England's Glory lyrics

Shut up and listen, I'm going to tell thee a story About my trip down South with my box of England's Glory I took some numbies and a Bodkan, to make me feel at home I'm going down to London to dig up paving stones Got to London, half past six, I wished I'd never come, There's poofs down there drinking halves of lager Without notes from their mums No gravy at the chippy, and what's a saveloy? Every pub was full of foreigners and bottom boys. If I live to be forty, I'll never understand Why they're open til eleven down there To serve beer that's second hand Dialing 0625 on the telephone, I said: 'Pull us a pint of bitter, Ray, tonight I'm coming home.' We are all just simple lads, never asked for much, Just twenty pints of a Friday night and a wife at home to f***.