Here come the Boland brothers now

The five of them straight from the plow

Terry, that one, he's a shite

A babblin' shitehawk big and bright



Fight Fight

I'm up against the Bolands

Fight Fight

I'm up against the wall

Fight Fight

I'm up against the Bolands

Fight Fight

I'm up against 'em all



Smash the windows, smash them up



Shut yer mouth ya cunt cute hoor

On yer feet and out the door

Yeh worn yer welcome all about

Time ta bleedin' lamp you out