Текст песни Macc Lads - No Sheep 'til Buxton

Sheep shaggers
Went up in the hills,
We was on a binge,
Look for some pubs and up some minge
Couldn't find us no beer,
We just found sheep,
So fuckin' many put the Peter to sleep
There were sheep in the fields
And under the trees,
Sheep in the houses
And under your feet
Sheep on the pavement
Sheep in the car
Sheep in the pubs and we all got barred
Sheep, sheep everywhere,
The little wooly fuckers are all over the place,
Sheep, sheep everywhere,
We're fighting for the one with the prettiest face
Go
So this is what locals get up to at night
Trying to get anthrax,
And make sure they use trite
Sunk to their nuts whilst their rodding a ram,
And they're just as well hung for a sheep as a lam
Sheep shit on their foreskin and all over their suits,
Little black berries in their wellington boots,
Sheep shit on their trousers and all over their flies,
Don't let the farmer pull the wool over your kno
Sheep, sheep everywhere
Mutton daggers at the ready and they're full of mint sauce
Sheep, sheep everywhere,
We're gonna get a bleating from the mother in law
Ooowow!
Sheep, sheep everywhere,
All the farmers daugters' got a sheepskin coat
Sheep, sheep everywhere,
They've got to wear a woolly if they want to pull a bloke
Sheep, sheep everywhere,
Sheep, sheep everywhere