Here come the Boland brothers now The five of them straight from the plow Terry, that one, he’s a shite A babblin’ shitehawk big and bright Fight Fight I’m up against the Bolands Fight Fight I’m up against the wall Fight Fight I’m up against the Bolands Fight Fight I’m up against ‘em all Smash the windows, smash them up Shut yer mouth ya cunt cute hoor On yer feet and out the door Yeh worn yer welcome all about Time ta bleedin’ lamp you out