Staggered in MaccDonald's on a Friday afternoon,
All the pubs were shut, there was k*** all else to do.
I said: 'Give us a big mac, now, you spotty little t***.'
He said: ' Have a nice day, sir, would you like a paper hat?'
I said: 'Have a nice day, b******s, where's me f****** mac? And I'll have a pint of root
beer in a proper f****** glass. If its some new b***** lager, I'll smash your nose into the
floor, I won't be drinking in MaccDonald's when they change the drinking laws.
Then I'll drink, drink, drink, 'til its coming out me ears, drink, drink, drink, 'til the pub runs out of beer, drink, drink, drink, 'til I can't take another sip, -all day drinking on an intravenous drip.
What's the point of drinking up at three-o-f****** clock? When there's decent hours in
Scotland, but that's all full of Jocks. The penny-pinching b******s have all got ginger hair,
and it takes an hour to buy a pint, you can't understand a word. And they're queuing up outside
the pub, waiting for a sale, bet they wished they put their bags on when it blows a f****** gale,
everyone will buy more beer when they change the drinking laws, they can spend the extra tax
they get, and mend that f****** Wall.'
©1988 The Macc Lads
All the pubs were shut, there was k*** all else to do.
I said: 'Give us a big mac, now, you spotty little t***.'
He said: ' Have a nice day, sir, would you like a paper hat?'
I said: 'Have a nice day, b******s, where's me f****** mac? And I'll have a pint of root
beer in a proper f****** glass. If its some new b***** lager, I'll smash your nose into the
floor, I won't be drinking in MaccDonald's when they change the drinking laws.
Then I'll drink, drink, drink, 'til its coming out me ears, drink, drink, drink, 'til the pub runs out of beer, drink, drink, drink, 'til I can't take another sip, -all day drinking on an intravenous drip.
What's the point of drinking up at three-o-f****** clock? When there's decent hours in
Scotland, but that's all full of Jocks. The penny-pinching b******s have all got ginger hair,
and it takes an hour to buy a pint, you can't understand a word. And they're queuing up outside
the pub, waiting for a sale, bet they wished they put their bags on when it blows a f****** gale,
everyone will buy more beer when they change the drinking laws, they can spend the extra tax
they get, and mend that f****** Wall.'
©1988 The Macc Lads