macc lads – bloik! lyrics
yaaaaaaaaaw!
d-ck head was a pratt, he drove a skoda with extra lamps on,
always d-ckin’ prattin’,
looked like a reuseable tampon.
tried to chat the birds up,
he’d always end up bleedin’,
it’s tough when you come from bollington,
it’s all the interbreeding.
sungl-sses in the evening,
umbrellas in his bitter.
“excuse me mrs. woman, do you take it up the sh-tter?”
guess what in the pint pot?
size ten in the d-ck,
it’s best to take those gl-sses off when your chatting up stez styx.
do you fancy going out on a b-st-rd,
an’ buying us a couple of beers?
she said, “i’d rather sit on me finger,
or go and have a cervical smear.”
bloik.
so d-ck head went to soho,
and he paid for a 69,
“gissus the beads up front love,
you’d better not waste me time.”
the wh-r- had had beans for dinner,
she farted up his nose,
he said, “i’m not payin’ knacker’s head for sixty-nine of those!”
do you fancy going out on a b-st-rd,
do you want another packet of crisps?
or what about a bag of pork scatchings?
do you mind if i just weigh up your t-ts…
whheey!
heavy metal.
do you fancy going out on a b-st-rd,
an’ buying us a couple of beers?
she said, “i’d rather sit on me finger,
or go and have a cervical smear.”
bloik.
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