Bastards

And if you want to find 'em, you kin find 'em in the pub
 Early in the morning into the dead of night
 They're closin' down the bar and screamin' about our rights
 All my friends are bastards, each and every one
 And if you want to find 'em, you kin find 'em in the pub
 There's the MacKannogh Fulkinator hangin' by the loo
 Waitin' for that special someone, will he go askew?
 For a whisky and a cigarette and a place to spend the night
 And doin' all them kinky things we know that just ain't nice
 And when I go, I wanno go to whisky heaven
 I said I know I've got a really thirsty soul
 Hell I dunno maybe we'll all end up in whisky heaven
 Yeah just sittin' around and drinkin' watchin' rivers of whisky flow
 We enjoy the feaky people flying about the space
 Punk roch hair the devil may care
 And pierced throughout the face
 We're much worse than all of that
 If the truth be known
 We'll drink te you, you'll drink to us
 We'll drink te you and yours