too many towns, so many years billions of parties and all the whisky please forgive me if i tend to forget but i can't remember your name ah your face
got the gear out in the van 13 years of punk rock and roll and we got time for the fans got the gear up on the stage 13 years we play the show then
We were schooner rigged and rakish with a long and lissome hull And we flew the pretty colors of the crossbones and the skull Wed a big black Jolly Roger
And if you want to find 'em, you kin find 'em in the pub Early in the morning into the dead of night They're closin' down the bar and screamin' about
enjoy what'chas got, not what you have not 'tis a weak heart lamenting with sorrow when the days seem cursed, it could always be worse fight depression
Come cowe me Minne come cowe me Come cowe me Minne come cowe me The hair o' my arse's grown intae me bum & they canna figure oot wha' te' do wi' me
Talkin' 'bout the bitch, she's givin' me the twitch So powerful & regal on her throne A two bit whore, she won't let go Hey, what 're we gonna do 'cos
me Well I want che to know that I wanted too A superliminial attitude Is what I cowp whe I got you Well I feel like a geek when I'm on stage An' everybody says McKenzie
Chip worked as a boatwright As his father and his gran Working in a boat yard Building on the River Thames One day Chip was hard at work The Devil appeared
Great pharaoh of today Junked up I'm on a day crusade Oh what a clever charade Great garden states Break laws to keep the people down A self elected
up over the hills lads, there's nothing to fear there's a pub they say across the way with whisky and beer it's a lengthy journey on the way up to the
I've just come back from the Isle of Skye Im no very big and I'm awful shy And the lassies shout when I go by "Donald where's yer troosers" A lassie
well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off you're like a herd of bloody swine that refuse to leave the trough
Like a squid, up at dawn An' I drag me butt tae me job. Not a break, front to back Kicking balls to the wall Down a mile a hole Moving mountains of coal
i recall back in '79 i was just a wee kid livin' in a dive didn't drink, didn't dance, didn't ever smoke hash but it changed when i heard the clash and
gin in body meet a body comin' through the rye gin in body meet a body nae a body cry elke a lassie ha'e a laddie nae they say ha'e i when all the lassies
you make me feel like my first hangover you're touchin' me like the very worst time an' i feel nothin' for tomorrows pain and i've learned my lesson....
off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning i've got a press gang looking after me. i'll awaken sometime on the morrow. by then we'll be a league
