Bastards

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 our rights

All my friends are bastards, each and every one

And if you want to find 'em, you kin find 'em in the pub

There's the

MacKannogh

Fulkinator hangin' by the loo

Waitin' for that special someone, will he go askew?

For a whisky and a cigarette and a place to spend the night

And doin' all them kinky things we know that just ain't nice

And when I go,

I wanno go to whisky heaven

I said I know

I've got a really thirsty soul

Hell I dunno maybe we'll all end up in whisky heaven

Yeah just sittin' around and drinkin' watchin' rivers of whisky flow

We enjoy the feaky people hanging about this space

Punk roch hair the devil may care

And pierced throughout the face

We're much worse than all of that

If the truth be known

We'll drink te you, you'll drink to us

We'll drink te you and yours