Bridge House carvery dinner
I fucking love you
Bridge House carvery dinner
I really love you motherfucker

I fucking hope you do not stray
Please don’t fuck off far away
I lick the gravy off the tray

Bridge House motherfucking carvery dinner
You make me feel like such a winner

Wednesday is my fucking dole day
I fucking idolize that rich fuck Christy May
He may be gone but the foods still top notch
I’d eat it out of an old man’s crotch

I’m talking about you Bridge motherfucking House carvery dinner
Of course I want 4 types of spuds
I want roast, I want chips, I want mash
Garlic spuds? Just a splash
You can always find a place to sit
Best jacks in Tullamore if you need a shit

Bridge fucking motherfucking House carvery dinner
I fucking love you
I really do
I frequent and haunt
I’m the local carvery savant
Your always worth a jaunt
It doesn’t matter that I cannot afford the beef
Give me the fucking vol au vent