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Well the weekend is coming and it's time for a bath,
We're going to sup some Boddies and we'll have a good laugh,
So leave the dog at home or it'll want some drinks.
Go to Dag's, get some fags, pull a couple of slags.
Give the dog a bone and leave it chained to the sink.
Have a pint have a pint 'cause it's Saturday night
And we'll have chips and gravy twice,
We'll have Pukka, chips and peas and two fried rice,
Cut the baby on the bayonet and a sweet and sour pork,
And half a dozen spare ribs and a Nagasaki sauce.
Pulled a dodgy boiler, it was worse than wife,
I you stand them on their heads then they're always alright,
Dragged her down silkworks with a few of us mates,
But don't look in the mirror when your fucking Grace.
And we'll have chips and gravy twice,
We'll have Pukka, chips and peas and two fried rice,
Cut the baby on the bayonet and a sweet and sour pork,
And half a dozen spare ribs and a Nagasaki sauce.
Guitar!
We all fell in the Viva with the Vinyl roof,
They do that in London 'cause they're all damn fuckin' poofs.
Bangin' and puking in the back seat,
We're going on a tour of Sunderland Street.
And we'll have chips and gravy twice,
We'll have Pukka, chips and peas and two fried rice,
Cut the baby on the bayonet and a sweet and sour pork,
And half a dozen spare ribs and a Nagasaki Sauce.
(Repeat twice)
We're going to sup some Boddies and we'll have a good laugh,
So leave the dog at home or it'll want some drinks.
Go to Dag's, get some fags, pull a couple of slags.
Give the dog a bone and leave it chained to the sink.
Have a pint have a pint 'cause it's Saturday night
And we'll have chips and gravy twice,
We'll have Pukka, chips and peas and two fried rice,
Cut the baby on the bayonet and a sweet and sour pork,
And half a dozen spare ribs and a Nagasaki sauce.
Pulled a dodgy boiler, it was worse than wife,
I you stand them on their heads then they're always alright,
Dragged her down silkworks with a few of us mates,
But don't look in the mirror when your fucking Grace.
And we'll have chips and gravy twice,
We'll have Pukka, chips and peas and two fried rice,
Cut the baby on the bayonet and a sweet and sour pork,
And half a dozen spare ribs and a Nagasaki sauce.
Guitar!
We all fell in the Viva with the Vinyl roof,
They do that in London 'cause they're all damn fuckin' poofs.
Bangin' and puking in the back seat,
We're going on a tour of Sunderland Street.
And we'll have chips and gravy twice,
We'll have Pukka, chips and peas and two fried rice,
Cut the baby on the bayonet and a sweet and sour pork,
And half a dozen spare ribs and a Nagasaki Sauce.
(Repeat twice)
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Pathetic attempt of the lyrics to this song (obviously written by some stuck up Southerner). Here are the proper lyrics by a Northerner who actually been to Macclesfield and met the band, oh, by the way, no one who lives within 100 miles of Macclesfield says the word Pukka, it sounds gay. The word you were looking for was pudding!
Well the weekend is coming and it's time for a bath, We're going to sup some Boddies and we'll have a good laugh, So leave the dog at home or it'll want some drinks. Go to Nag's (Nags Head pub, Waters Green, Macclesfield), get some fags, pull a couple of slags. Give the dog a bone and leave it chained to the sink. Have a pint have a pint 'cause it's Saturday night And we'll have chips and gravy twice, We'll have pudding, chips and peas and two fried rice, Cut the baby on the bayonet and a sweet and sour pork, And half a dozen spare ribs and a Nagasaki sauce. Pulled a dodgy boiler, it was worse than wife, I you stand them on their heads then they all look alike, Dragged her down Silklands with a few of us mates, But don't look in the mirror when you're poking grapes, And we'll have chips and gravy twice, We'll have pudding, chips and peas and two fried rice, Cut the baby on the bayonet and a sweet and sour pork, And half a dozen spare ribs and a Nagasaki sauce. Guitar! We all piled in the Viva with the Vinyl roof, They do that in London 'cause they're all damn fuckin' poofs. Bangin' and puking in the back seat, We're going down Gordon's on Sunderland Street. And we'll have chips and gravy twice, We'll have pudding, chips and peas and two fried rice, Cut the baby on the bayonet and a sweet and sour pork, And half a dozen spare ribs and a Nagasaki Sauce. (Repeat twice)
*Down the Nags