Regn och skål.
Ingenting känns så bra som när det regnar ute och man själv är inne.
Är man dock ute när det regnar, så känns det INTE bra.
Jag var ute, nu är jag inne. Och nu ska jag dricka öl.
Skål.
Far åt helvete jävla kukland.
Well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off Well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off You're like a herd of bloody swine that refuse to leave the trough You'll get no more this evening so you better bugger off You've been a splendid audience but aye your time has passed So don't you all be letting that door hit you in the ass You've been a lovely audience but oh enough is enough We'd take it very kindly if you'd all just bugger off Well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off (fuck you) Well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off (fuck you) You're like a herd of fuckin' swine that refuse to leave the trough You'll get no more this evening so you better bugger off Here's to all the smokin' vixens waitin' for the band And thinkin' maybe one of them might make a one night stand But please don't take offense, because this song is not for you We'd be happy to oblige you when this fuckin' crap is through Well, bugger off, you b
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