Frogbashing Lyrics

I know they eat snails, but they sell cheap ale, I drove
on the ferry:
'Bonjour, froggies!'
Garlic stench from the filthy French, I've come all this
way and
They don't sell Boddies
If you take a look in the history book, its Waterloo and
chateau smashing,
Every chance, we used to nip to France, grab a club and
go frogbashing.
Hairy arms and hairy legs, forget the rape, we'll just go
looting,
Back to Dover in the old Landrover, ten frogs in the back,
It was a good day's shooting.

The dirty gets eat invertibrates, burn our sheep, they
need a good thrashing,
You see, the fact is, we're out of practise, its been too
long since we went frogbashing.

The tarts over there, they're covered in hair, its hard
to know just where the gash is,
All French lasses have got moustaches and serve your beer
in tiny glasses.

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