When yir empty with the bootle, go oot the back door. fling it, and youll hit the big DAFTYS heid, if you miss his heid, stop drinking, hes got a heid like a snippers dream,
Am trying ti welcome back an Auld Pal, and get this Muck aff you ya Trumpet, sling yir Hook, ya Trumpet, You no what its like Andy, Alf at his his best, foo awe the cheap beer,
Some cracking birds there, may go along maself with ma birthday money, Just have ti look fir a lift no, so gee me a shout if you hae a seat in yir motor.