Where's the fucking party?
Someone's in the kitchen eating pies and mucky tarts,
Bammy's in the bathroom and he's lighting up his farts
Now Peter's supping bitter, he's getting really canned,
He locks himself in the bog and he's shagging Baggy Anne
The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's place,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll smash you in the face
Someone shouts "ale's run out, who's for tea or coffee?"
But Stez Styx pegs it down the road and breaks into to the offy
And Charlotte's eating mushies, she's really off her box,
She's going to take her false teeth out and suck some scabby cocks
The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's flat,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll kick your fucking twat
The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's flat,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll smash your fucking twat
When the Macc Lads have a party then they do it fucking right,
If we start it on a Monday then it ends on Sunday night
You can come if your a Macc Lad,
You can fuck off if you're queer,
You can come if you're a fit crack,
But you've got to bring some beer
(Repeat)