Rockweilers Lyrics

Macc Lads Rockweilers

Stuck our faces out the windows on the way to Leeds
Wagged our stumps together, we're not like the other
breeds
We'd lie in wait for postmen, I showed you how to spot
them
But I can't tell you that I love you when your nose is up
my bottom
We hung around the butcher's and grummidged in his ship
I ate too many fish heads and let you eat my sick
The tripe was ripe and mouldy, the sausages were rotten
But I can't tell you that I love you when my nose is up
your bottom

We ate country pancakes, chased rabbits in the fields
Barbara Woodhouse, Ronnie Barker, and Lassie on TV
I even let you lick my piss, or have you just forgotten?
But I can't tell you that I love you when your nose is up
my bottom.