The Macc Lads No Sheep 'til Buxton Lyrics

Sheep s___gers!

Went up in the hills, we were on a binge,
To look for some pubs and hunt some minge,
Couldn't find us no beer, we just found sheep,
(so f___ing many, it put the Bleater to sleep).

Sheep in the fields and under the trees,
Sheep in the houses and under your feet,
Sheep on the pavement, sheep in the car,
Sheep in the pubs, We all got barred (baahed).

Sheep sheep, everywhere,
The little woolly f___ers are all over the place,
Sheep sheep,everywhere,
They're fighting for the one with the prettiest face.

This is what locals get up to at night,
Trying to get anthrax and make sure the ewe's tight,
Sunk to the nuts while they're rodding a ram,
Just as well hung for a sheep as a lamb,
Sheep s___ on their foreskins and all over their suits,
Little black pellets in their wellington boots,
Sheep s___ on their trousers, all over their flies,
Don't let the farmer pull the wool over your... k___.

Sheep sheep, everywhere,
Mutton daggers at the ready and a bowl of mint sauce,
Sheep sheep, everywhere,
They're going to get a bleating from the mother in law.

Sheep sheep, everywhere,
All the farmer's daughters got a sheepskin coat,
Sheep sheep, everywhere,
They've got to wear a woolly if they want to pull a bloke,
Sheep sheep, everywhere,
Sheep sheep, everywhere.

©1988 The Macc Lads

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