GET AT HIM!
There was a load of bloody fairies In Buenos bloody Aries
With greasy hair and sweaty bums They'd never heard of Boningtons
They were a different culture and a different place
No chippies in bloody place You can keep that for farty less
But as we're going up your mouthiness
Hey-oh!
Hey-oh!
Hey-oh!
Well,
they tore us backs up without a doubt
Time to sort them bastards out
Costa Mendes lives in fear
Of real men who can't hold their beer
See! Hey! Hey! Hey!
The lads are on their way
With the bayonets and the tommy guns
And their bellies full of Boningtons Hey-oh!
Hey-oh!
Hey-oh!
Hey-oh!
You can till late, Lo!
Hey-oh!
Hey-oh!
Hey-oh!
Hey-oh!
Flab and toss and cheap red wine Is all he eats in the Argentine
But after a scrap with English Navy The
last feather recipe for chips and gravy
See! Hey! Hey! Hey!
The lads are on their way
With the bayonets and the tommy guns
And their bellies full of Boningtons
See! Hey! Hey! Hey!
The lads are on their way
With the bayonets and the tommy guns
And their bellies full of Boningtons
See! Hey! Hey! Hey!
The lads are on their way
With the bayonets and the tommy guns
And their bellies full of Boningtons Hey-oh!