Where's the fucking party?
Someone's in the kitchen eating pies and mucky tarts,
Bammy's in the bathroom and he's lighting up his farts.
Now Peter's supping bitter, he's getting really canned,
He locks himself in the bog and he's shagging Baggy Anne.
The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's place,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll smash you in the face.
Someone shouts "ale's run out, who's for tea or coffee?"
But Stez Styx pegs it down the road and breaks into to the offy.
And Charlotte's eating mushies, she's really off her box,
She's going to take her false teeth out and suck some scabby cocks.
The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's flat,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll kick your fucking twat.
The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's flat,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll smash your fucking twat.
When the Macc Lads have a party then they do it fucking right,
If we start it on a Monday then it ends on Sunday night.
You can come if your a Macc Lad,
You can fuck off if you're queer,
You can come if you're a fit crack,
But you've got to bring some beer.
(Repeat)Good Night, Good Night
Look At That Moon Shine So Bright
And Tonight, He Smiles
Especially, For You
Sleep Tight, Sleep Tight
'Cause You Know, Everything Is Alright
For Tonight, I Will Be Here
Watching Over You
For Tonight, I Will Be Here
Watching Over You
Tonight I'll Be Here
Watching Over You
Sweet Dreams, Sweet Dreams
It Is Never, As Real As It Seems
And In The Morning When You Wake Up
I Will Be Right Here
Sleep On, Sleep On
For No Matter, How Dark Or How Long
It May Seem, That Your Night Is
I Will Still Be Here
I Will Still Be Here Watching
Watching Over You
Tonight I'll Be Here (Watching Over)
Tonight I'll Be Here (Watching Over)
Tonight I'll Be Here
Watching Over You