The Macc Lads - Feed Your Face lyrics

Eating my dinner, watching Live Aid: 'Sit up straight, you scruffy n******g.' 'Pa** the Black Magic, coffee cream, love?' 'No thanks, dear, I'm trying to watch my figure.' Feeling peckish, so I went down the chippy, bought some pies and pasties Didn't give any to the starving n******gs, so I'm a f***ing nazi. Feed your face, don't give them a second thought. These foreigners need sorting out, they've always got droughts or flooding We'd make a k**ing if we opened a chippy, sell loads of chips and gravy And black puddings. I'm a big fat f***er, heavyweight, I can't help it, I like me bitter, But the blacks and paks have got much fewer since the Chinks found out that They taste like banana fritters Feed your face, don't give them a second course