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Helen of Fowey Lyrics

Got me tanktop with the budgie front, party on at Vinny's
Oxford bags, so I looked a c***, but the party's nearly finished
Nowt to drink but Noilly Prat, Babycham or s*****ll
Nowt to s*** but something fat on holiday from Cornwall
The face that lunched on a thousand chips
Seventeen hairs in the wart on her bottom lip
But I knew I had to give it a s***, or she'd go home thinking I'm a screaming handbag.
Didn't know which way up she was, I said: 'Fart and give us a clue, love.'
She said back at hers she had some beer, 'and a bottle of Clandew, love.'
I got dead p*****, she looked quite fit, she looked like someone famous,
I fumbled about, but my aim was out, I stuffed it up her a***
She picked her a*** as she lay bare, digging out the bits of bogroll in her a*** hair
I knew I had to give it a s***, now she'll go home thinking I'm a screaming handbag
Got out of bed to have a p***, and something really shocked us,
A yellow growth on my bell end, I legged it down the doctor's
This is what you get when you tunnel test, its yellow and deformed;
But it wasn't clap, or owt like that, but a f****** piece of sweetcorn
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Alehouse Rock (1994)