And if you want to find 'em, you kin find 'em in the pub 



Early in the morning into the dead of night 

They're closin' down the bar and screamin' about our rights 

All my friends are bastards, each and every one 

And if you want to find 'em, you kin find 'em in the pub 



There's the MacKannogh Fulkinator hangin' by the loo 

Waitin' for that special someone, will he go askew? 

For a whisky and a cigarette and a place to spend the night 

And doin' all them kinky things we know that just ain't nice 



And when I go, I wanno go to whisky heaven 

I said I know I've got a really thirsty soul 

Hell I dunno maybe we'll all end up in whisky heaven 

Yeah just sittin' around and drinkin' watchin' rivers of whisky flow 



We enjoy the feaky people flying about the space 

Punk roch hair the devil may care 

And pierced throughout the face 

We're much worse than all of that 

If the truth be known 

We'll drink te you, you'll drink to us 

We'll drink te you and yours