SCHWARTZENEGGAR LYRICS

"Moustaches, Aftershave & Fights"

It's a Saturday night and the time feels right
For a little bit of twenty-to-one.
The boys are in tune, really over the moon
Because 'the cock of the south' just won.
The birds are top class, all tits 'n' arse
But you'd better not look in their way.
For over their shoulder, suburban soldier
Would love you to make his day.

Here we go again, can't get an erection
The same situation, a wank generation.
Going round and round and down and down

He's out for a laugh and a drink with the lads
And he's always ready to ruck.
Philosophizes life round a doner kebab
And then wobbles off home for a fuck.
A stumble in the dark and a smack in the mouth
The extent of his loving cup.
As he blames the other party for his failing as a man
Because he's too drunk to get it up.

Here we go again, can't get an erection
The same situation, a wank generation
Going round and round and down and down

He treats girls right, comes ten times a night
And his pistol don't fire blanks.
He's done it every way but no matter what you say
He won't admit to an Arthur J Rank.
Claims he doesn't touch unless he's taking a piss
Or just about to dip his wick
Instant areshole - just add beer -
Look out here comes the talking dick.

Here we go again, can't get an erection
For the wank generation,
Going in and out and up and down and down...

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