West Country Boy by The Shirehorses Lyrics

Hey, country boy
Reap some hay, country boy
What are you swearin' at?
I'll fuppin' give you that
You lads are all the same
Aye, you're bloody lazy
You drive me chuffin' crazy
(Oh, arr)


Now what are you winkin' at?
You know I'm not like that
Keep your mind on cuttin' grass
And off my hairy ass

You're a naughty bleeder (Lard: What?)
But I needs yer
And I loves ya just the same
(Lard: They can cut that)

Oh, arr
How many times must a young lad beg
To get his hands on your middle leg? (Lard: Yeah-eah-eah)
You're my kind of guy:
You're a big strapping laddie
Let me take you home
And play Mummies and Daddies

Sod off, sonny - I'm not that way
But you are
West Country Boy

Put your 'ands on, put your 'ands on
Go on, I dares ya, ooh arr
Put your 'ands on, put your 'ands on

Hey, country boy
What are you starin' at?
You randy little twat
Keep your mind on cuttin' th' 'edge
And off my meat and two veg

Lie with me on this 'illock
You're a pillock
But I loves ya just the same
How many times must a young lad beg
To get his hands on your middle leg?
You're my kind of guy:
You're a big strapping laddie
Let me take you home
And play Mummies and Daddies

Sod off, sonny - I'm not that way
But you are
West Country Boy
Put it away

D'you want to do a bit of target practice?

You scrumpy-guzzling, carrot-crunching tosspot
Arr