paul allen – stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don’t shine lyrics
stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don’t shine
designer shirts with a big red rose, a bloke called lawrence who gets up my nose. i’d shut ‘em all up, if i could. i wish to f-ck clive woodward would.
‘ewe can stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don’t shine, wait until the welsh boys run down the line.
‘ewe can take ‘ewe o.b.e’s and lay ‘em on the gr-ss, stick ‘ewe f-ckin’ chariots up ‘ewe f-ckin’ -ss.
so ‘ewe gotta f-ckin’ kicker who can drop the odd goal, i’d like to see him do it with my boot up his hole. ‘ewe got a manager who ‘ewe call sir, you’ve had more f-ckin’ chariots than f-ckin’ ben-hur.
‘ewe can stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don’t shine, wait until the welsh boys run down the line.
‘ewe can take ‘ewe o.b.e’s and lay ‘em on the gr-ss, stick ‘ewe f-ckin’ chariots up ‘ewe f-ckin’ -ss.
the irish get lucky and the scots get on ‘ewe, some can’t do it without the f-ckin’ johnnies, the french have got they c-ck. the italians got their pasta, when it comes ruckin’ the welsh are f-ckin’ faster.
oh, now ‘ewe won the world cup, buy some f-ckin’ shirts that fits ‘you, will ‘ewe.
you’re on the t.v, on every back page, i thought it was an ad for help the f-ckin’ age. you’re on the f-ckin’ wireless, you’ve been in with the queen, and not for the first time from what i f-ckin’ seen. o.k, so ‘ewe won, now shut the f-ck up, we’ve had a f-ckin’ t-t-full of ‘ewe and ‘ewe cup. ‘ewe waved ‘ewe flags, toasted ‘ewe chariots, you’ve even had a roasting from f-ckin’ ainsley harriot.
‘ewe can stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don’t shine, wait until the welsh boys run down the line.
‘ewe can take ‘ewe o.b.e’s, lay ‘em on the gr-ss, stick ‘ewe f-ckin’ chariots up ‘ewe f-ckin’ -ss.
‘ewe can stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don’t shine, wait until the welsh boys run down the line.
‘ewe can take ‘ewe o.b.e’s, lay ‘em on the gr-ss, stick ‘ewe f-ckin’ chariots up ‘ewe f-ckin’ -ss.
‘ewe can stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don’t shine, wait until the welsh boys run down the line.
‘ewe can take ‘ewe o.b.e’s, lay ‘em on the gr-ss, and stick ‘ewe f-ckin’ chariots up ‘ewe f-ckin’ -ss.
oh, bring ‘em down our f-ckin’ streets, see how long they lasts then boy, i’m f-ckin’ tellin’ ‘ewe
oh, fack off.
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