One
day after closing hour lying on me nest
Wencesters shouts,
get your bats up,
come on outside
So I *** me stripy tank top,
I had beer stains on me best
And I says,
best get some cans in,
it's a long ride
Well we drove along the M6 chucking cans out of the fork
And stopped at Don's services, the photos
Picked up some fitted chikers and we told them filthy jokes
And piled them in the back seat, the grotos
We're going down Blackpool, alright
We're going down Blackpool, for a pint
We're going down Blackpool,
alright,
to see the lights
Mopley's in the driving seat,
Stetson's in the front
And they're going down to Blackpool to hunt some * *
The beaters in the back seat and his crack is going garrot
He's got his finger up like a ferret
Now ten miles outside Blackpool and we had some real bad luck
Mopley shouts, oh * we've got a flat
And the beater chucked the jackass some *
ten miles down the road So we made him go and get the fucker back
the * We're going down Blackpool, alright
We're going down Blackpool,
for a pint We're going down Blackpool,
alright
To see the lights
We're going down Blackpool,
alright We're going down Blackpool,
for a pint
We're going down Blackpool,
alright To see the lights