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