MY PUB ƒ  A E D I've been going to the same pub for twenty years, It was half a crown then to buy me beer But they closed it down to redecorate, They said they'd knock a wall down, change the bar round, paint the door brown, Its going to look great I walked in the door, couldn't believe my eyes Every cunt had a shirt and tie, Mirrored walls and daft plastic trees, it was a Fun-pub-disco-wine-bar-bistro-gay-club-poofhouse-cocktail-carvery. I went to the bar to get my ale, she said: "Tetley Bitter's not for sale." They had a fizzy lager with a German name, I said: "You've got to be joking!" I started choking, my voice was croaking, I turned pale. Then a penguin grabbed me to throw me out, You've got to dress like a twat-end to get in now, But I've been served in here for twenty years, now its a Fun-pub-disco-wine-bar-bistro-gay-club-poofhouse-cocktail-carvery. What the fuck have they done to my pub? ©1988 The Macc Lads N.B.- Half a Crown = 2/6d = 12½ new pence (real money was dispensed with in 1971). TRACK CHAT HORRID HUNDRED