Текст песни Macc Lads - Twenty Pints

Sup up, lad, I've spilt more ale down me waistcoat
Than you've supped tonight
Bonnington's or Willy's lads?
Willy's tastes like piss
I've got ten pints down me neck the night,
He's blown some froth off his
Now I've got to leave room for me chips,
So twenty pints is fine,
Hey you, you poof, you fucking cunt,
Get off that pint, it's mine
Twenty pints of Bonnington's every Friday night
Twenty pints of Bonnington's then we're outside for a fight
You think you're one of the Macc Lads?
You look a bloody sight
'Cos I've spilt more ale down me waistcoat,
Than you've supped tonight
Peter
And we'll all go down Limmoge's after closing time,
Hey you, you poof, you fucking cunt,
Get off that crack it's mine
Twenty pints of Bonnington's every Friday night
Twenty pints of Bonnington's then we're outside for a fight
You think you're one of the Macc Lads?
You're too fucking tight
'Cos I've spilt more ale down me waistcoat,
Than you've supped tonight
'Cos I've spilt more ale down me waistcoat,
Than you've supped tonight