Fucking right.
Bank holiday Monday,
By Sunday I was....
So let's fuck off to Alton Towers.
One or two, quite a few in the queue for the bumper cars.
Fit crack on the lake but her mate's got a flabby arse.
So let's
Changes lyrics

Changes - I know you think you've got me where you want me

Tied up in the chains you know
 hit the bars....
Where's the fucking pub?
Where's the fucking ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-fucking rail.
Where's the fucking crack?
There's middle aged mums with big fabby bums.
Black hole queue's past the entrance gate now,
Well, I
Lo And Behold lyrics

Lonely by day
Empty and cold
Only to say
Lo and behold
Deep in the night
Down in my dreams
ve been with Sweatty Betty and it's not worth the wait.
No!
I wouldn't stand in a queue for all the tea in China,
I'd rather pump the S up me deck top's vagina,
Sarah the dog.
Where's the fucking pub?
Where's the fucking ale?
We don't want to qu
Ain't Misbehavin' lyrics

No one to talk with, all by myself
No one to walk with, but I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't m
ue for the mono-fucking rail.
Where's the fucking crack?
There's middle aged mums with big fabby bums.
Fuck cunt wank shit.
Where's the fucking pub?
Where's the fucking ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-fucking rail.
(Repeat to end)