If it keeps on drainin’, bevvy’s goin’ to slake
If it keeps on drainin’, bevvy’s goin’ to slake
When the bevvy slakes I’ll have to chase my prey

Mean old prossie stunk of that cheap cologne
Mean old prossie stunk of that cheap cologne
She’s not what it takes: she’s like a monkey mixed with a gnome
Oh well, oh well, oh well

Won’t it make you feel sad
When you’re tryin’ to bonk the wee gnome
You will throw: you’ll pay with woe
An’ she’s got a rank mouth
With her teeth all askew
Though she don’t ho for nowt she can’t blow

Tryin’ won’t help you: layin’, can’t do if no wood…no
Tryin’ won’t help you: layin’, can’t do if no wood
When the bevvy slakes, bummer, you got no move

All last night, out for a bevvy an’ stoned
All last night, out for a bevvy an’ stoned
Thinkin’ about the body on that crappy gnome

Blowin’
Blowin’ if shit to blow
Blowin’ if shit to blow
Lorry full is what I’m due
Blowin’ brown
Blowin’ brown now
Blowin’ brown
Blowin’ brown now
Blowin’ brown
Blowin’ brown
Blowin’ brown
Blowin’ brown

Blowin’ brown
Blowin’ brown now
Blowin’ brown
Blowin’ brown now
Blowin brown
Blowin’ brown now
Blowin’ brown
Blowin’ b-b-b-b-brown