LAST ORDERS, PLEASE
Yeah, yeah 2 fingers in the air
Please yer last orders
We’ll stamp his arse down the stair
Yeah yeah 2 fingers in the air
WE’ll see whose pub goes bare
Get move on! In this lousy Saturday night
The beer is the only one that you have and that’s right
But then it’s time
For all beer-drinkers a crime
The bartender wants to close his pub
And he hides the precious booze-cups
This can’t be serious – I think I’m delirious
“Don’t do that man” – It’s the best you can
But he doesn’t here it and
Now he says the forbidden words and
We smash his face