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Shut up and listen,
I'm going to tell thee a story
About my trip down South with my box of England's Glory
I took some numbies and a Bodkan, to make me feel at home
I'm going down to London to dig up paving stones
Got to London,
half past six, I wished I'd never come,
There's poofs down there drinking halves of lager
Without notes from their mums
No gravy at the chippy, and what's a saveloy?
Every pub was full of foreigners and bottom boys.
If I live to
be forty, I'll never understand
Why they're open til eleven down there
To serve beer that's second hand
Dialing 0625 on the telephone, I said:
'Pull us a pint of bitter, Ray, tonight I'm coming home.'
We are all
just simple lads, never asked for much,
Just twenty pints of a Friday night and a wife at home to fuck.
©1984 The Macc
- Players No6/ Embassy No1
- Large can containing 4 pints of Boddington's bitter
Glory' - Brand of matches only sold in the North (at the time)
note'- An ancient custom in Macclesfield that a note signed by
a parent or guardian must be
proferred before any male can be served with a half-pint.
N.B.- Prior to
1989, pubs in England closed at 10-30pm during the week. However,
in London pubs shut at 11pm-
as gay Southerners
couldn't drink as fast as hard Northerners.