The Macc Lads - Poodles lyrics

Fat ba*tard squeezes into his car, seatbelt's too small, but he's not going far. Burns off into the countryside to a pub with real ale and plenty of pies. A dull thud gives the fatty a jolt, puts his weight on the brakes, Brings the car to a halt. There's a poodle in the gra** on the verge, laid on its back, paws in the air. And so he huffs and he puffs to get out of the car Sweat on his head, bags round his arse Picking up a boulder from the edge of the field, He puts a quick end to the dog's misery Big rock breaks the little dog's skull, fatty doesn't stop 'til the head is a pulp Kicks the carca** right under the weeds, Huffs back to his car, he's late for his feed. Pulls up outside the "Traveller's Rest", big plate of chips and a large chicken breast. Then a copper wanders into the snug, says he'd like a quick word outside of the pub And so he huffs and he puffs, trying to finish his snack, Tells the PC he's applied for his tax... "We've had a call from Mrs Ball, who lives down the lane, She was out with her dogs, she was watching them play. A motorist drove up so fast, it gave her a shock, he ran Bonzo down, He screeched to a halt. Got out of the car, was overweight, and seemed out of breath, He picked up a rock, and battered Trixie to d**h. If it wasn't you, then tell the truth, explain if you will, Why a poodle's embedded in your radiator grill?"