Faced with a dilemma, late on Friday night,
You want to get your hole and you couldn't give a shite.
The hot chicks with the great big boobs are all now long departed
And the one you hedged your bets on has left you broken-hearted.
So the barman's called last orders and your picking up the crumbs
Or else you're going home alone getting hassled by the bums.
There's a fatty, a minger or that chick who's off her face
Pulling kisses at the wall and falling round the place.
But you know that in five minutes she'll be throwing up her tea
And you'll be holding back her hair as you're standing in her wee.
The fatty'll want to stop, you know, so she can get some chips
And in the morning you'll be scarred for life by the memory of her hips.
The chances are as well, of course, that as you sneak her out,
Your mate will laugh and point and stare at her cellulite and gout.
So forget about it, leave it out, it's not worth the fucking scorn,
You can always turn the lights down low, with a little bit of porn!
What about the bogger with the Leitrim jersey on?
She'll believe your bullshit once all her mates are gone.
But do you really want to know, the price of cattle at the mart
Can you listen to her mumble as she rips your dick apart
With her giant big farmer hands, all calloused from her work.
Driving Massey Fergusons to Mass aint my idea of a quirk.
Lets face it what you're looking for just isn't going to happen,
And finding hot chicks on the prowl's never gonna be a tap in
But to be fair it's not that bad, a hot dog will do just fine,
As you walk down to the night link to join the great big line.
And as you do you spot a girl, staring back at you
Its Ross McMahon from Junior School, that you never really knew.
So you say hello and give a smile and offer her a bite,
As she asks you for your number so you can meet another night.
Her lovely eyes tell you that she means just what she said,
That she fancied you when you were kids and you go completely red.
So the next time that you're hanging round outside the ladies jacks,
Waiting for your dream girl while avoiding all the knacks.
You never know whats waiting there, hiding in plane sight
Much better than an ugly bitch, who'd give Chucky's bride a fright.