Buckfast Powersmash

From Scotland’s bonnie shores we set sail
 In seach of alcohol, the drunkard’s holy grail
 Cos a pirates life is empty without booze
 The situation’s dire, we’ve got nothing to lose 

 To England we ride
 With vengeance on our minds
 We’ll kill the monks, and get dead drunk
 Come on lads it’s cloister burning time 

 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash! 

 I’m not sure what’s in it except caffeine
 Despite having drunk it since I was thirteen
 It sells by the barrel in China and Spain
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 I’ll get drunk once more on that Lurgan Champagne

 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash!