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And if you want to find 'em, you kin find 'em in the pub |
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Early in the morning into the dead of night |
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They're closin' down the bar and screamin' about our rights |
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All my friends are bastards, each and every one |
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And if you want to find 'em, you kin find 'em in the pub |
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There's the |
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MacKannogh |
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Fulkinator hangin' by the loo |
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Waitin' for that special someone, will he go askew? |
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For a whisky and a cigarette and a place to spend the night |
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And doin' all them kinky things we know that just ain't nice |
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And when I go, |
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I wanno go to whisky heaven |
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I said I know |
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I've got a really thirsty soul |
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Hell I dunno maybe we'll all end up in whisky heaven |
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Yeah just sittin' around and drinkin' watchin' rivers of whisky flow |
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We enjoy the feaky people hanging about this space |
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Punk roch hair the devil may care |
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And pierced throughout the face |
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We're much worse than all of that |
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If the truth be known |
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We'll drink te you, you'll drink to us |
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We'll drink te you and yours |