Name: Ey Up (Grab That Tup) by Tommy Autos
Duration: 2 min 50 s
Description: A song about selling an old Tup and getting hammered!

Dive into the depths of deprivity and have a listen to some Porkhead !

Porkhead - Nutters Inc.

Lyrics-
There was a glass
A Dimpled glass
A tankard of the real man
The perfect way to 
Swill a pint 
They’d  hang above the bar
But the Death of the century
  end of the real men 
Bum  bandits came
And couldn’t lift it off the Bar

Beer jug Beer jug,  I want my glass beer jug
Crown stamp, dimples, handle and all 


They think they’ve found the answer
To stop them wanitng cum
Beer in a straight glass
Will stop them liking bum
The Jerry’s have their stein
But they couldn’t hold the Rhine
So get off My  Tankard, and sup your poncy wine

Beer jug Beer jug,  I want my glass Tankard
Crown stamp, dimples, handle and all

Glass Tankard

A song about selling an old Tup and getting hammered!

Ey Up (Grab That Tup)

A song about a Boy who couldn't afford to pay for his Petrol.

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Among the Trees, Sits an old Inn
Run by a wench that leads a life of Sin
spreads herself on’t bar, under’t Open sign
Buy a few a more pints, she said she would be mine

Into the woods, she led me astray
After 12 pints my innocence be Betrayed
Bent her over’t stump, I said it’s yer Pay day
Fore and Aft, engaged my trunk in Melee


There wor a dirty woman
A woman of the woods
You’d drink all her ale
Then bend her over’t Barell

She wor a Dirty woman
A woman that liked hard wood
She’d always be for Sale
Ye olde Slattern

She left a slug trail,  Prick was wafting like a sale
Had a skinful of Ale and could not give a Rail
Closed my eyes  to forget that she’s a whale
Tried to get it up I could not Prevail

I looked around and I found a branch
I eased it slowly into her Snatch
In out In out careful not to scratch
She thought she’d found her perfect match!!!

Ye Olde Slattern

When t’ day’s doing Nowt
And ye spirits are low
I know of a place where thou can go
The fire’s a roar
And the brew’s just grand
So Kick up your feet 
And av’ a Laugh

The punters are Radged 
And the landlords a cunt
But this here inn’s open all night long
They don’t sell lager 
can smoke inside
Come in’t pub  set your thoughts a side


Rest on the bar and Pull up a pew
We’ll drink lad til  this night is through
We’ll sup and we’ll sup til you can’t stand up
In the local pub  

The bar maids a whore
But she serves fine Ale
It hits like a hammer
And comes out your arse
The pissers outside 
It’s nowt but a trough
There’s sawdust on’t floor
But slip you will not


If you’re staying for’t night
Or just come for a pint
They’ll nurse your pain
And see you right
They don’t sell lager 
can smoke inside
Come in’t pub  set your thoughts a side


Rest on the bar and Pull up a pew
We’ll drink lad til  this night is through
We’ll sup and we’ll sup til you can’t stand up
In the local pub

Local Pub

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Ey Up (Grab That Tup)

Tommy Autos

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