Letra de With The Boys (On Tour)

We cause anarchy wherever we go Cos our road manager's got b. O. With the boys on tour From scotland down to cornwall We done the lot we took them all With the boys on tour Naughty things in the dressing room 69 With guitars in tune We're all thugs, let it pass Toothpaste coming up your arse Penfold golf ball on his cheek Big fat toad the ugly freak With the boys on tour Crusty pants in the changing room Out the coaches it was a mass moon With the boys on tour Batteries and blow jobs here Three's up mother brown appear Wolfie was caught having A laugh and prank And we got rid of luggsy and crank We got rid of his soapy neck Mick got sussed with some old dog Wonder what he was doing in the bog With the boys on tour Vince had battles on his face Cos he's acne is a big disgrace With the boys on tour Sitting with my pint of draught We all had such a laugh Glen dixon, barry bowers I'm not smelly Stevens bettis had a plate of jelly With the boys on tour