The ale hits the table and the eyes glance across

At the teenage girl entering the Weatherspoon's doors

These men are over sixty and this just don’t feel right

But no one will question 'cause the British way is too polite

Youngsters outside with their ID to hand

Talking about all the drinks that they've had

Tension builds with the rest at the door

Bouncers scanning cards the underage are getting caught

Now the staff have had enough

This is just an average night for us

Boy I think you’ve drank too much

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