GET WEAVIN' ƒ   A F#m E D G The fair comes to town once every year Macc Lads go there when they've supped their beer Get weaving with the Brute 33, Get weaving, forget your tea We'll go down town and get some chips and pies Bet you ten pints I'll dip my wick tonight Crack over there, sitting on the benches, Two of them are dead fit, but one of them's got dentures Get weaving, the blonde one's mine, Get weaving, its nearly closing time Eh up! My love! Are you coming for a ride? We're all going to the fair tonight Eh up! My love, I've got a suggestion, Eh up! My love, will you feel my erection? Eh up! My love, do you want a meat injection? Your eyes are a beautiful brown, how about buying a round? Beater pulled a bird and took her on the waltzers Hand up her jumper, found out she's got falsies Get weaving, with any old tramp, Get weaving, get your rodney damp Beater's bird's going nag, nag, nag She wants a goldfish in a plastic bag Stez was in the subway beating up a queer Don't mess with Macc Lads, don't spill their beer Get weaving in Macclesfield, Get weaving, get your knackers feeled Kiss your crack, but miss her lips She's got a scabby face and she smells of chips ©1983 The Macc Lads N.B.- Macclesfield, in Tudor times, had its own bard- William Shakesbeer- known for agitating his ale into frothy effervescence. On his stag night, his friends set fire to his codpiece, and placed him on an oxcart to Knutsford. Owing to genital burns, he was unable to consummate his marriage for two weeks. However, a fortnight after the wedding, he penned this ode: "Verily, 'tis goode to be in Macclesfelde, now my wedding tackle's healed" Thus, the first successful rhyme for 'Macclesfield' can be dated to 1583.... Precisely 400 years prior to the second. TRACK CHAT HORRID HUNDRED