Bastards

And if you want to find 'em, you can find 'em in the pub Early in the morning into the dead of night They're closin' down the bars and they're screamin' about, alright Well, all my friends are bastards, each and every one And if you want to find 'em, you can find 'em in the pub There's the MacKannogh Fulkinator hangin' by the loo Waitin' for that special someone, will he go askew? For a whisky and a cigarette and a place to spend the night And doin' all the kinky things he knows that just ain't nice And when I go, I want to go to whisky heaven I said I know I've got a really thirsty soul Hell I dunno maybe we'll all end up in whisky heaven Yeah just sittin' 'round and drinkin' watchin' rivers of whisky flow Now, we enjoy the feaky people hangin' about this place Their Punk Rock hair, the devil may care And pierced throughout the face But we're much worse than all of that If the truth be known We'll drink te you, you'll drink to us We'll drink te you and yours And when I go, I want to go to whiskey heaven Yeah, I said I know I've got a really thirsty soul Hell I dunno maybe we'll all end up in whiskey heaven Yeah just sittin' 'round and drinkin' a lot And watchin' all the rivers of whiskey flow Oh yeah, oh no! --- Bastards - The Real McKenzies