No Sheep til Buxton by Macc Lads Lyrics

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
So fuckin' many put the Peter to sleep
There were 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 and we all got barred
Sheep, sheep everywhere
The little wooly fuckers are all over the place
Sheep, sheep everywhere
We're fighting for the one with the prettiest face
Go
So this is what locals get up to at night
Trying to get anthrax
And make sure they use trite
Sunk to their nuts whilst their rodding a ram
And they're just as well hung for a sheep as a lamb
Sheep shit on their foreskin and all over their suits
Little black berries in their wellington boots
Sheep shit on their trousers and all over their flies
Don't let the farmer pull the wool over your knob
Sheep, sheep everywhere
Mutton daggers at the ready and they're full of mint sauce
Sheep, sheep everywhere
We're gonna get a bleating from the mother in law...
Ooowow!
Sheep, sheep everywhere
All the farmers daugters' 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