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BUCKFAST TONIC WINE
© Runnin' Riot
From the deepest South of England, to Scotland’s Northern Shores
Then across the Irish Sea, to Ireland’s drunken whores
From the Hackney fields in London, to Hyde Park, Leeds 6
We’ve carried the legend onwards, drink, play and be sick!!!
Chorus:
God Bless those crazy Monks, who kept the water flowing (x2)
I’ve travelled the wide world over
Sampled Clarets rare and fine
But I’ve never tasted nothing quite like Buckfast
Buckfast Tonic Wine (x2)
From the “1 in 12” in Bradford, to the “Button” in Brixton town
We drank so many Buckfast, our heads spun round and around
To the “Warzone Centre” Belfast, where the locals join the fun
To the “Temple Bar” in Dublin, we got pissed in every one
Chorus
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| Tuesday, April 5, 2005 |
The Buckfast Prayer
Our tonic,
Which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk,
(I will be drunk),
At home as in the tavern.
Give us this day our toenail ends,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill bucky against us.
And lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the buckfast,
The Tonic and The Buckie.
Forever and ever,
Barmen.
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| Thursday, March 18, 2004 |
A new Buckie Anthem - Recite to the tune of "The Beverly Hillbillies"
Let me tell ya a story about a man named Jed
Poor Lurgan man, barely kept his kin fed
Then one day when he was signing on the line
Said "Hurry up bitch,need some money for ma wine"
Buckfast that is, tonic wine, number nine.
Well the next thing ya know old Jed's lyin' flat
The kin folk said "Jed give us a sup a that
"These ole dole cheques just simply ain't enough"
So they grabbed all the kids and started sleepin' rough
The park that is,rollie fags,sleepin'bags.
And now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his friends
Buckfast everyday,
their luck has now come in
Your all invited back next week to this locality
To join the whole family pissin' up a tree.
You all come back now ya hear
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