SCARBADOS
Naar then! Sithee! Duntbe messin abaart winonna that theear forrinmuck. Get thissen ta Scarbra forrazguddafotnit as ivverthallev.
Whoa! We’re going to Scarbados
Whoa! Those cloudy Yorkshire skies
99’s at Jaconelli’s
Mushy peas and Pukka Pies.
Whoa! We’re going to Scarbados
Off to play on them slot machines
Show! them ponces in Ibiza
What a Yorkshire Good Time means.
Chuckle Brothers playing at the Spa
Eight pints of lager I drank at the bar
Tail-gated down the Malton by-pass
Fuck the law, A64.
Whoa! We’re going to Scarbados
Coliiers nobs and Yorkshire Curd
Balls to Blackpool fucking Tower
Whoa! Owd up! There’s Dickie Bird.
Who’s on soon? Not that twat Jimmy Carr
More time for lagers in the bar
Argued with some bloke from Derby
In these brawls I kicked his balls
Whoa! We’re going to Scarbados
Throw away your used chip wrappers
Finger pie with two old slappers
I feel sick (bleugh) now kiss me quick.
John Coopey
Tue 20th Oct 2015 19:56
A true "busman's holiday", Ledge.
I was a little saddened that nouveau political correctness seemed to have afflicted the "battleships in the park" as the announcer no longer refers to the "Germans" but it's now just the "enemy". What stuff and nonsense; they shouldn't have shelled the town in the First World War.