| Lyrics: | Sheep shaggers....
Went up in the hills,
We was on a binge,
Look for some pubs and up
some minge.
Couldn't find us no beer,
We just found sheep,
So fuckin' many put the Peter
to sleep.
There were sheep in the fields
And under the trees,
Sheep in the
houses
And under your feet.
Sheep on the pavement
Sheep in the car
Sheep in the pubs
and we all got barred.
Sheep, sheep everywhere,
The little wooly fuckers are all over the
place,
Sheep, sheep everywhere,
We're fighting for the one with the prettiest
face.
Go.
So this is what locals get up to at night.
Trying to get anthrax,
And make
sure they use trite.
Sunk to their nuts whilst their rodding a ram,
And they're just as well
hung for a sheep as a lamb.
Sheep shit on their foreskin and all over their suits,
Little
black berries in their wellington boots,
Sheep shit on their trousers and all over their
flies,
Don't let the farmer pull the wool over your knob.
Sheep, sheep
everywhere.
Mutton daggers at the ready and they're full of mint sauce.
Sheep, sheep
everywhere,
We're gonna get a bleating from the mother in law...
Ooowow!
Sheep, sheep
everywhere,
All the farmers daugters' got a sheepskin coat.
Sheep, sheep
everywhere,
They've got to wear a woolly if they want to pull a bloke.
Sheep, sheep
everywhere,
Sheep, sheep everywhere. |
