Macc Lads Grease Stop
Packing up the PA at the end of the night,
Everybody's knackered and they're covered in shite
We've played to Southern poofters, Jocks and Druids
And showered each other with bodily fluids
Blood sweat and beer, fanny batter and piss
We're going to the services on the M6
Grease stop: bacon and eggs, sausage and beans and a pile
of fried bread
Grease stop: who'll eat the most? Ben Nevis has pissed on
Slippery's toast
Costs a f..cking packet, but don't you knock it
Stez hid his beans in his inside pocket
I've got a pickled liver, I don't give a shit, more tar
on my lungs than the A56,
Spots on my face from too many chips,
No woman would give me the crust off her clit
Blood sweat and beer, beer sweat and blood
Seventeen miles to Michael Wood
Grease stop: piles of fried bread, Muttley got hit by a
low-flying egg
Grease stop: bring your own ale, black puddings are off,
the bread buns are stale
Grease stop: pie on your head, beans down your teeshirt,
soup down your leg
Grease stop: who'll eat the most? Slippery pissed on
McCavity's toast
Blood sweat and beer, beer sweat and crap
Twenty more miles to Watford Gap.
