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One day after closing I was lying on me nest, When Stez shouts "get yer bags on, come on outside." So I grabbed me stripy tank-top, I `ad beer stains on me vest, An` I said "best get some cans in, it`s a long ride." Well, we drove along the M6, chuckin` cans at other folk, An` stopped at all the services that took us. Picked up some fit hitch-hikers, An` we told `em filthy jokes, An` piled them in the back seet fer to fuck us. We`re going down Blackpool, alright, We`re going down Blackpool, fer a pint, We`re going down Blackpool, alight, To see the lights... Mutley`s in the drivin` seat, Stez Styx is in the front, An` we`re going down to Blackpool, To up some fuckin` cunt. An` Peter`s in the back seat, An` his crack is goin` "gerrit" He`s got his finger up her like a ferret. Now ten miles outside Blackpool and we had some real bad luck, Mutley shouts "O fuck, we`ve got a flat." And now Peter chucked the jack at some cunt ten mile down the road, So we made him go an` get the fucker back. The twat. We`re going down Blackpool, alright, We`re going down Blackpool for a fight, We`re going down Blackpool, alright To see the lights... (repeat)
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