FEED YOUR FACE ƒ D Bm F#m A G Eating my dinner, watching Live Aid: 'Sit up straight, you scruffy nigger.' 'Pass the Black Magic, coffee cream, love?' 'No thanks, dear, I'm trying to watch my figure.' Feeling peckish, so I went down the chippy, bought some pies and pasties Didn't give any to the starving niggers, so I'm a fucking nazi. Feed your face, don't give them a second thought. These foreigners need sorting out, they've always got droughts or flooding We'd make a killing if we opened a chippy, sell loads of chips and gravy And black puddings. I'm a big fat fucker, heavyweight, I can't help it, I like me bitter, But the blacks and paks have got much fewer since the Chinks found out that They taste like banana fritters Feed your face, don't give them a second course ©1985 The Macc Lads TRACK CHAT HORRID HUNDRED