Away the lads, the lads away,
we're going away on holiday
to Lanzarote or Majorca
who gives a damn we'll have a corker
Away the lads, the lads away,
we're on our way on holiday,
to forget our troubles, forget our fear
sinking pints and pints of beer.
Away the lads, the lads away,
we're going on our holiday
to drink their beer and settle scores
and sing our songs of two world wars.
Away the lads, we'll give them hell
when we shout at waiters called Manuel,
while draped across our sun burnt backs
we'll wear with pride our union jacks.
Away the lads, the lads away,
they'll wish the lads would go away.
We'll fight on beaches and in bars
and vomit on their foreign cars
Away the lads, the lads away
we're going away on holiday.
