Ant Smith

Poetry

Mine's a fucking pint

There's all kinds of things we're not supposed to talk about

So I sit and listen to the drivel that you spout

If your eyes offend thee then pluck the fuckers out

We're all masters of disguise when we're on the fucking town

Beer

Beer

We want more beer

All the lads are cheering

Get the fucking beer in

Beer

Beer

We want more beer

Who scored that fucking goal, or what's on the fucking box

Who's fucking who, you say a slot's a fucking slot's a fucking slot

Who gives a fucking damn how many fingers you shoved up

Bragging all about the meat you think that you have got

You're just a bit embarrassed by that bit of penis rot

You're so full of testosterone you're drooling from your nob

Beer

Beer

We want more beer

All the lads are cheering

Get the fucking beer in

Beer

Beer

We want more beer

So fuck it if daddy died in your arms last fucking night

So fuck if mommy's eyes have burst at such a fucking sight

So fuck if all the family wanna have a fucking fight

So fuck it jack I'll tell you that I am doing fucking fine

So fuck it if the fucking wife has lost her fucking mind

So fuck if I was dealing with another cancer fright

So fuck if all the joy is bleeding from this fucking life

So fuck it jack I'll tell you that I am doing fucking fine

Beer

Beer

We want more beer

All the lads are cheering

Get the fucking beer in

Beer

Beer

We want more beer

So fuck it jack I'll tell you that mine's a fucking pint

Poetry