Bollocking Time

(Tune: Mull of Kintyre)

Bollocking time, I’m pissed rolling in from

The pub at half nine

My dinner’s gone cold and it’s

Bollocking time

Frost in my face as I walk through the door

What can I say that you’ve not heard before?

Surely you know that it isn’t a crime

I’ve had one little drink and it’s bollocking time

Give me a moment and let me explain

Just as I passed there it started to rain

You’re not convinced and it looks as if I’m

In the doghouse again and it’s bollocking time

Don’t waste my food, that’s a terrible sin

Scraping my dinner right into the bin

Kindly stop shouting, the kids will think I’m

Not the boss around here if it’s bollocking time

You’ve had your say and I wish you’d desist

Taking advantage of me when I’m pissed

Show some respect for a man in his prime

‘Cause it just isn’t fair that it’s bollocking time

I’ve said I’m sorry, that’s all I can do

Why can’t you see it from my point of view

Have some tequila, or vodka and lime

And you’ll see there’s no reason for bollocking time

COUSIN BRUCE

My cousin’s been staying with me for a week

It’s driving me mad, I must say

The things that he does make me holler and shriek

I hope that the bugger won’t stay

‘Cause when he’s been out with his mates for a drink

He lets himself down, a lot more than you’d think

Like combing his pubic lice into the sink

And forgetting to rinse them away

Oh cousin Bruce, why the hell did you come?

Go back to Oz; you’re a pain in the bum

He’s loud and he’s crass and incredibly rude

Whenever my friends come to call

He eats like a pig, with his mouth full of food

He’s grateful for nothing at all

It seems he’s addicted to prawn vindaloo

It’s fatal to follow him into the loo

But hey, he’s my cousin, so what can I do?

I’m banging my head on the wall

Oh cousin Bruce, why the hell did you come?

Go back to Oz; you’re a pain in the bum

And boy, is he boring! He never shuts up

He farts and he’s drunk all my tea

His favourite film is Two Girls and One Cup

That’s something you don’t want to see

I’ve had it to here, I can’t take any more

I wish I could kick his arse out of the door

And tell him “Get lost or I’m calling the law

Go home and forget about me”

Oh cousin Bruce, why the hell did you come?

Go back to Oz; you’re a pain in the bum

The Dogging Song

I could write some silly rhyme

As a way to pass the time

But it wouldn’t help me chase away the blues

I don’t drink and I don’t smoke

And I don’t understand Sudoku

And I’m running out of themes for self-abuse

So on Friday night I’ll end my week of slogging

With a pleasant way of pushing back the boundaries of shame

‘Cause I do enjoy a little bit of dogging

It’s a highly social network where nobody knows your name

On a dark and steamy night

It’s a most inspiring sight

Watching bodies slowly writhing on the ground

And the dropping of the drawers

Leads to thunderous applause

With the noise of one hand clapping all around

Yes, I do enjoy a little bit of dogging

Down a country lane at midnight, in a car or on a porch

As I give myself a very gentle flogging

With my right hand on the business and the other on the torch

If you have some time to kill

It’s a special kind of thrill

Seeing other people get their ends away

And you never notice faces

‘Cause you’re looking other places

So you wouldn’t recognise them in the day

Now please do believe me when I tell you that it

Is a harmless entertainment with no reason for regrets

But I hope my girlfriend doesn’t catch me at it

‘Cause she thinks I’ve only gone to buy some late-night cigarettes

Yes, I do enjoy a little bit of dogging

Down a country lane at midnight, in a car or on a porch

As I give myself a very gentle flogging

With my right hand on the business and the other on the torch