Verse 1
I'm standing in line,
feelin so fine
tonight i will dine
on 10 pounds of beeeer...
Yeah! i'm standing in line
for some beeeer...
hope the dog doesn't turn queeeeer...
Yeah! that's it! get me a beer, luv!
i'm gonna ring up john howard and invite him over for tea!
lotsa fun for him and for me...
herman the hermit will be the cook while you jess sit back and conserve ya look.
Chorus
Oh... the armadale blues.
oh... the armadale blues.
Verse 2
Fuck-a-duck. the kids are dead.
some good stuff viv...
i'm cuban, i hope howard doesn't mind.
unless he does, in which case i'll give him cheeeese...