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Stick 'Ewe World Cup Where The Sun Don't Shine Music Lyrics

Paul Allen

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STICK �EWE WORLD CUP WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE

Designer shirts with a big red rose, a bloke called Lawrence who gets up my nose. I'd shut �em all up, if I could. I wish to fuck Clive Woodward would.
�Ewe can stick �ewe world cup where the sun don't shine, wait until the Welsh boys run down the line.
�Ewe can take �ewe O.B.E's and lay �em on the grass, stick �ewe fuckin' chariots up �ewe fuckin' ass.
So �ewe gotta fuckin' kicker who can drop the odd goal, I'd like to see him do it with my boot up his hole. �Ewe got a manager who �ewe call sir, you've had more fuckin' chariots than fuckin' Ben-Hur.
�Ewe can stick �ewe world cup where the sun don't shine, wait until the Welsh boys run down the line.
�Ewe can take �ewe O.B.E's and lay �em on the grass, stick �ewe fuckin' chariots up �ewe fuckin' ass.
The Irish get lucky and the Scots get on �ewe, some can't do it without the fuckin' Johnnies, the French have got they cock. The Italians got their pasta, when it comes ruckin' the Welsh are fuckin' faster.
OH, now �ewe won the world cup, buy some fuckin' shirts that fits �you, will �ewe.
You're on the T.V, on every back page, I thought it was an ad for help the fuckin' age. You're on the fuckin' wireless, you've been in with the queen, and not for the first time from what I fuckin' seen. O.K, so �ewe won, now shut the fuck up, we've had a fuckin' tit-full of �ewe and �ewe cup. �Ewe waved �ewe flags, toasted �ewe chariots, you've even had a roasting from fuckin' Ainsley Harriot.
�Ewe can stick �ewe world cup where the sun don't shine, wait until the Welsh boys run down the line.
�Ewe can take �ewe O.B.E's, lay �em on the grass, stick �ewe fuckin' chariots up �ewe fuckin' ass.
�Ewe can stick �ewe world cup where the sun don't shine, wait until the Welsh boys run down the line.
�Ewe can take �ewe O.B.E's, lay �em on the grass, stick �ewe fuckin' chariots up �ewe fuckin' ass.
�Ewe can stick �ewe world cup where the sun don't shine, wait until the Welsh boys run down the line.
�Ewe can take �ewe O.B.E's, lay �em on the grass, and stick �ewe fuckin' chariots up �ewe fuckin' ass.
OH, bring �em down our fuckin' streets, see how long they lasts then boy, I'm fuckin' tellin' �ewe
OH, FACK OFF.

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