Me and my mate we think you're great
Some we like and some we hate
I know him I've seen him on the adverts

Got any badges, posters, stickers or t-shirts

You were bloody great last time you come
I thought my head was stuck in the bass drum
Bloody loud, me bloody head hurts

So how'd you get a start in showbiz
My mate's as good on the drums as he is
My mate thinks I'm bloody cracked
Can you sign my jacket on the back
All them badges made of plastic
I think they're great, just fantastic
I'm unemployed, he's still at school
He gets annoyed because I'm such a fool
You don't half sweat a lot up there
Have you got showers in here?
You're bloody great, my bloody head hurts

Yeah, me and my mate like AC/DC
Hot and sweaty, loud and greasy
My mom says we're a pair of perverts

Come on mister
We hitchhiked here in pouring rain
Now we've missed the flaming train
Hey, can I have one of them lagers?
Thanks very much, mate
Can he have one?
A-one, a-two, a-one two three four