F**king right.
Bank holiday Monday,
By Sunday I was...
So let's f**k off to Alton Towers.
One or two, quite a few in the queue for the bumper cars.
Fit crack on the lake but her mate's got a flabby arse.
So let's hit the bars...
Where's the f**king pub?
Where's the f**king ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-f**king rail.
Where's the f**king crack?
There's middle aged mums with big fabby bums.
Black hole queue's past the entrance gate now,
Well, I've been with Sweatty Betty and it's not worth the wait.
I wouldn't stand in a queue for all the tea in China,
I'd rather pump the S up me deck top's vagina,
Sarah the dog.
Where's the f**king pub?
Where's the f**king ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-f**king rail.
Where's the f**king crack?
There's middle aged mums with big fabby bums.
F**k cunt wank shit.
Where's the f**king pub?
Where's the f**king ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-f**king rail.
(Repeat to end)