Macc Lads Poodles
Fat bastard squeezes into his car, seatbelt's too
small, but he's not going far.
Burns off into the countryside to a pub with real ale
and plenty of pies.
A dull thud gives the fatty a jolt, puts his weight on
the brakes,
Brings the car to a halt.
There's a poodle in the grass on the verge, laid on its
back, paws in the air.
And so he huffs and he puffs to get out of the car
Sweat on his head, bags round his arse
Picking up a boulder from the edge of the field,
He puts a quick end to the dog's misery
Big rock breaks the little dog's skull, fatty doesn't
stop 'til the head is a pulp
Kicks the carcass right under the weeds,
Huffs back to his car, he's late for his feed.
Pulls up outside the "Traveller's Rest", big plate of
chips and a large chicken breast.
Then a copper wanders into the snug, says he'd like a
quick word outside of the pub
And so he huffs and he puffs, trying to finish his
snack,
Tells the PC he's applied for his tax...
"We've had a call from Mrs Ball, who lives down the
lane,
She was out with her dogs, she was watching them play.
A motorist drove up so fast, it gave her a shock, he
ran Bonzo down,
He screeched to a halt. Got out of the car, was
overweight, and seemed out of breath,
He picked up a rock, and battered Trixie to death.
If it wasn't you, then tell the truth, explain if you
will,
Why a poodle's embedded in your radiator grill?"
