Macc Lads Blackpool Lyrics

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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck, 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 f*cker 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)