When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother `What should I be?'
`Should I be Chelsea?
Should I be Leeds?'
Here's what she said to me:
`Wash your mouth out son
And go get your father's gun
And shoot the Chelsea scum
Shoot the Chelsea scum'
Singing i yi yippie yippie i
Singing i yi yippie yippie i
Singing i yi yippie, i yi yippie
I yi yippie yippie i
If you all hate Scousers clap your hands
If you all hate Scousers clap your hands
If you all hate Scousers, all hate Scousers
All hate Scousers clap your hands
In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums
You look in the dustbin for something to eat
You find a dead rat and you think it's a treat
In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums
You s**t on the carpet, you p**s in the bath
You finger your grandma, and think it's a laugh
In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums
You speak in an accent exceedingly rare
You wear a pink tracksuit and have curly hair
In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums
Your mum's on the game and your dad's in the nick
You can't get a job 'cos you're too f**king thick
In your Liverpool slums
One song
You've only got one song
You've only got one song
One man went to mow
Went to mow a meadow
One man and his dog (Spot)
Went to mow a meadow
Two men went to mow
Went to mow a meadow
Two men and their dog (Spot)
Went to mow a meadow
(Repeat up to ten men. . . )
We've got that Double feeling
Oohh, that Double feeling
We've got that Double feeling
'Cos it's on, on, on...
