No Sheep Til Buxton - Macc Lads

Sheep shaggers

Went up in the hills

We was on a binge

Look for some pubs

And up some minge

Couldn't find us no beer

We just found sheep

So f**kin' many put

The Peter to sleep

There were sheep in the fields

And under the trees

Sheep in the houses

And under your feet

Sheep on the pavement

Sheep in the car

Sheep in the pubs

And we all got barred

Sheep sheep everywhere

The little wooly f**kers are

All over the place

Sheep sheep everywhere

We're fighting for the one

With the prettiest face

Go

So this is what locals

Get up to at night

Trying to get anthrax

And make sure they use trite

Sunk to their nuts whilst

Their rodding a ram

And they're just as well hung

For a sheep as a lamb

Sheep sh*t on their foreskin

And all over their suits

Little black berries in

Their wellington boots

Sheep sh*t on their trousers

And all over their flies

Don't let the farmer

Pull the wool over your knob

Sheep sheep everywhere

Mutton daggers at the ready

And they're full of mint sauce

Sheep sheep everywhere

We're gonna get a bleating

From the mother in law

Ooowow

Sheep sheep everywhere

All the farmers daugters'

Got a sheepskin coat

Sheep sheep everywhere

They've got to wear a woolly

If they want to pull a bloke

Sheep sheep everywhere

Sheep sheep everywhere