He's shot - he's scored
It must be Peter Ward
Peter Ward....Peter Ward
etc
It must be Peter Ward
Peter Ward....Peter Ward
etc
When I come home
I go down pub
Then I get real plastered
Then I come home and beat t'wife
'Cos I'm a northern b*stard!
Ay up, Ay up....
Let him out to Kill some moreHarry Roberst is our mate
He kills Coppers
Not sure if there was any other words
I always liked the one sung away at northern grounds back in the 80's Sign- on,sign-on for your never work again !
When I come home
I go down pub
Then I get real plastered
Then I come home and beat t'wife
'Cos I'm a northern b*stard!
Ay up, Ay up....