All Day Drinkin lyrics

Staggered in MacDonalds on a Friday afternoon,
All the pubs were shut,
There were knob all else fer do.
I said, `Gissus a Big Mac now you spotty little twat.`
He said, `Have a nice day sir, would you like a paper hat?`
I said, `Have a nice day bollocks,
And where`s me fucking Mac?
An` I`ll have a pint of root beer in a proper fucking glass,
If it`s some new bloody lager,
I`ll smash yer nose into the floor.`
I won`t be drinking in MacDonalds when they change the drinking laws.

An` I`ll drink, drink, drink `till it`s coming out me ears,
And I`ll drink, drink, drink `till the pub runs out of beer.
An` I`ll drink, drink, drink `till I can`t take another sip.
An` I`ll have all day drinking on an intrevenous drip.
Yeah.

So what`s the point of drinking up at three o fucking clock?
When there`s decent ales in Scotland, but that`s all full of Jocks.
The penny-pinching bastards, they`ve all got ginger hair.
It`ll take an hour to buy a pint, can`t understand a word.
And they`re queueing up outside the pubs,
Waiting for a sale,
Bet they wish they put their bags on when it blows a bloody gale.
Everyone will buy more beer when they change the drinking laws,
Spend the extra tax they get to mend that fucking wall.


An` I`ll drink, drink, drink `till it`s coming out me ears,
I`ll drink, drink, drink `till the pub runs out of beer.
An` I`ll drink, drink, drink `till I can`t take another sip.
All day drinking on an intrevenous drip.


An` we`ll drink, drink, drink `till it`s coming out us ears,
We`ll drink, drink, drink `till the pub runs out of beer.
An` we`ll drink, drink, drink `till we can`t take another sip