Feed Your Face

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Eating my dinner, watching Live Aid,
Sit up straight, you scruffy nigger.',
'Pass the Black Magic, coffee cream, love?' ,
'No thanks, dear, I'm trying to watch my figure.''

I were feeling peckish, so I went down the chippy,
Bought some pies and pasties,
Didn't give any to the starving niggers,
Coz I'm a fucking nazi.

Feed your face, don't give them a second thought,
Feed your face, don't give them a second thought.

These foreigners need sorting out,
They've always got droughts or flooding,
We'd make a killing if we opened a chippy,
Sell loads of chips and gravy and black puddings.

I'm a big fat fucker, heavyweight,
I can't help it, I like me bitter,
But the blacks and paks have got much fewer,
Since the Chinks found out that they taste like banana fritters.

Feed your face, don't give them a second thought,
Feed your face, don't give them a second thought,
Feed your face, don't give them a second thought,
Feed your face, don't give them a second thought. (chanted to end)

©1985 The Macc Lads


Macc Speak


Slimy's Notes

Originally written on the day of Live Aid. the press were quick to pick up on it. In no time at all, Sir Bob was mobilized to speak out and warn people away from this album. Sung with gusto by the band's fat - and resident - roadie, Barrel, the highlight is his pronunciation of the word 'chips'.


Extras

This song is a cover of Feed The World (Do They Know It's Christmas) by Band Aid.

One of the lines is supposedly:

Feed your face, don't give them a second course

Although I can't spot it.