Who Sang Dan’s Round Us ’andbag? The Macc Lads
×
![]()
Release information
Release Date: 1989
Genre: Rock
Style: Punk
length: 2:07
producer: Bald Eagle
vocal: Bin Bag
engineer: Bald Eagle
background vocals: Chorley The Hord and Phil “Fast Fret” McCavity
guitar: Phil “Fast Fret” McCavity
drums (drum set): Chorley The Hord
composer: Tristran O’Neill, Charles Moore, Phillip Turner
lyricist: Tristran O’Neill
We're off on holiday to Marbella,
We're going to get laid by some greasy fellahs.
We want some lump that's going to plate us
And we're going to get under some Italian waiters.
Dragged this daygo back to the hotel,
He's got a nice body, but he didn't half smell,
He was kicking and squealing, but I wasn't proud, I said:
'Come on, spic, get a hard on, now!'
Dance round your handbags.
My boyfriend's a t***, he's getting on my t***,
He hasn't s***ged me for a week coz he's always too p*****,
But he won't know what the f*** to do when he sees my 'I love Jose' tattoo.
He can do as he pleases, but he's getting my diseases,
I waxed my knicker line and he called me a slag.
He's getting no nookie when I get back.
He's on the couch and I'm on the rag.
Dance round your handbags.
'Julie? Are you coming to the bogs?
Them ones by the bar tried to give us a snog,
I can tell by the bulge in their trousers
That they're hung like horses and not like mouses.'
Dance round your handbags.
©1989 The Macc Lads
We're going to get laid by some greasy fellahs.
We want some lump that's going to plate us
And we're going to get under some Italian waiters.
Dragged this daygo back to the hotel,
He's got a nice body, but he didn't half smell,
He was kicking and squealing, but I wasn't proud, I said:
'Come on, spic, get a hard on, now!'
Dance round your handbags.
My boyfriend's a t***, he's getting on my t***,
He hasn't s***ged me for a week coz he's always too p*****,
But he won't know what the f*** to do when he sees my 'I love Jose' tattoo.
He can do as he pleases, but he's getting my diseases,
I waxed my knicker line and he called me a slag.
He's getting no nookie when I get back.
He's on the couch and I'm on the rag.
Dance round your handbags.
'Julie? Are you coming to the bogs?
Them ones by the bar tried to give us a snog,
I can tell by the bulge in their trousers
That they're hung like horses and not like mouses.'
Dance round your handbags.
©1989 The Macc Lads