Rockweilers Lyrics & Chords By The Macc Lads

Stuck our faces out the windows on the way to Leeds,
Wagged our stumps together, we're not like the other breeds,
We'd lie in wait for postmen, I showed you how to spot them,
But I can't tell you that I love you when your nose is up my bottom.

Rockweiler,
Rockweiler,
Rockweiler.

We hung around the butcher's and grummidged in his skip,
I ate too many fish heads and let you eat my sick,
The tripe was ripe and mouldy, the sausages were rotten,
But I can't tell you that I love you when my nose is up your bottom.

Rockweiler,
Rockweiler,
Rockweiler.

We ate country pancakes, chased rabbits in the fields,
Barbara Woodhouse, Ronnie Barker, and Lassie on TV,
I even let you lick my piss, or have you just forgotten?
But I can't tell you that I love you when your nose is up my bottom.

Rockweiler,
Rockweiler,
Rockweiler.