There'll be one or two in every crowd One or two lads being loud Having themselves a weekend Come out the beer tent with their mates Look over where we stand and wait Going to want to be showing off to the girlfriend Over to the booth they'll come and stand One's going to want to put up his hand But he's maybe had a drink Never seen a real ring He can take on his pals, keep on his shirt We don't want locals getting hurt Our people on the show are all the real thing
We were here back then since way back when In the long hot summers Here back then and we're back again And taking on all comers All comers
You keep your hands up And your expectations slim And you never underestimate The man who's climbing in
Well it's a hard way to earn a pound alright You'll maybe get three or four fights a night Maybe more on a weekend But we want to see them back in here When we come round again next year May it never change, just like old friends
We were here back then since way back when In the long hot summers Here back then and we're back again And taking on all comers All comersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
