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Englands Glory
The Macc Lads
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Shut up and listen
I'm gonna tell thee a story
About my trip down south
From the box of England's glory
Took some numbies and a buck can
And made me feel at home
I'm going down to London
To dig up paving stones
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Got to London half past six
And I wished I'd never come
Cos there's Buffs down here drinking halves of lager
Without notes from me mum's
No gravy at the chippy
And what's a saveloy?
Every pub were full of foreigners and bottom boys
We are all just simple lads
Never ask for much
Just twenty pints of a Friday night
And a wife at home to fuck
If I live to be forty
I'll never understand
Why they're open till eleven
To serve beer that's second hand
Dialling 0625 on the telephone
I shout, "Pull us a pint of bitter ale
The night I'm coming home!"
We are all just simple lads
Never ask for much
Just twenty pints of a Friday night
And a wife at home to fuck
Yeah, we are all just simple lads
Never ask for much
Just twenty pints of a Friday night
And a wife at home to fuck
Yeah, we are all just simple lads
And we never ask for much
Just twenty pints of a Friday night
And a wife at home to fuck
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