Well, she wore big knickers,
And she worked on t' sewage farm,
I got me 'and down 'er jeans an'
I nearly lost half me arm
But after ten pints,
Looked quite fit,
Couldn't wait to get me hands
On her flabby tits
Sweatty Betty, Sweatty Betty,
So I said slap that and ride the ripples,
I've just got to get me go
'Round her inverted nipples
She had a massive arse
And sweatty breasts,
Thirty eight inch,
She were a mound of flesh
Sweatty Betty, she eats a lot of pies,
Sweatty Betty, she's got enormous thighs,
Sweatty Betty, have you smelt her breath,
Sweatty Betty, she'll crush a man to death
And I knew that she wanted me fer shag 'er,
So I stabbed 'er cunt with me mutton dagger,
I couldn't believe the spots on her bum,
She used to play for Wigan at the back of the scrum
Sweatty Betty, Sweatty Betty, Sweatty Betty, Sweatty Betty
'An I've seen real Maccicians gerroff 'ome
But you know me, I'll shag endless buer
Sweatty Betty, she eats a lot of chips,
Sweatty Betty, she's got massive tits,
Sweatty Betty, she's got a huge vagina,
Sweatty Betty, you'd fit a bus inside 'er
Sweatty Betty, Sweatty Betty, she's so obscene,
Sweatty Betty, it doesn't matter to me
Sweatty Betty, she's like a lump of lard,
Sweatty Betty, she makes me willy hard
England's Glory
Shut up and listen,
I'm gonna tell thee a story,
About me trip down south,
To the crotch of England's glory
Took some Dombies and a Bod can,
To make me fell at home,
I'm going down London,
Dig up paving stones
Got to London half past six,
And I wished I'd never come,
'Cos there's puffs down 'ere
Drinkin' halves of larger,
Without notes from their mum's
No gravy at the chippy,
And what's a savaloy?
Every pub were full of boring
Isling bottom boys
We are all just simple lads,
Never asked for much,
Just twenty pints on a Friday night,
An' a wife at home to fuck
If I live to be forty,
I'll never understand,
Why they're up 'till eleven,
To drink beer that's second-hand
Dialling 0625 on the telephone,
I shouts "pull us a pint of bitter ale
The night I'm comin' home"
We are all just simple lads,
Never asked for much,
Just twenty pints on a Friday night,
And a wife at home to fuck
Yeah, we are all just simple lads
Never asked for much,
Just twenty pints on a Friday night,
And a wife at home to fuck
(repeat)