The Macc Lads - Bloik! lyrics

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.