Alton Towers Lyrics

f*****' Right!

Bank Holiday Monday, Sunday hours,
So let's f*** off to Alton Towers,
Ten to two, quite a few in the queue for the b**per cars,
Fit crack on the lake, but her mate's got a flabby a***,
So let's**** the bar!
But! Where's the f****** pub? Where's the f****** ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-f******-rail,
Where's the f****** crack? They're middle-aged mums,
With big flabby b**s.

The black hole queue's past the entrance gate,
I've been with Sweaty Betty, and its not worth the wait.
Wouldn't stand in a queue for all the tea in China,
I'd rather lick the hairs on a dead dog's v*****,
Hair of the dog!
But! Where's the f****** pub? Where's the f****** ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-f******-rail,
Where's the f****** crack? They're middle-aged mums,
With big flabby b**s.
f***, c***, w***, s***!,
Where's the f****** pub? Where's the f****** ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-f******-rail,
Where's the f****** pub? Where's the f****** ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-f******-rail,
Where's the f****** pub? Where's the f****** ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-f******-rail.

©1988 The Macc Lads

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