The Barefoot Radler Lyrics & Chords By The Five

Her tits hung low, but her arse was flabbier, My fingers went in search of the pouting labia, Smelled dead strong, I thought I'll have a bit of this, And my tongue went looking...read more

Sheep shaggers.... Went up in the hills, We was on a binge, Look for some pubs and up some minge. Couldn't find us no beer, We just found sheep,...read more

Sunday evening I was bored watching God-s***, Couldn't reach remote control, so I had to watch it, One eye on Harry Secombe, the other's on the clock, Five to seven every...read more

Packing up the PA at the end of the night, Everybody's knackered and they're covered in s***e, We've played to Southern poofters, Jocks and Druids, And showered each...read more

Bag, bag, bag, bag Baggy Anne, Bag, bag, bag, bag Baggy Anne, Bag, bag, bag, bag Baggy Anne, Baggy Anne, Anybody can, Shag Baggy Anne, Bag, Baggy Anne, Slime on her tits and...read more