Wigan Town

Chorus: 01942 Wigan town I'm talking to you Everybody's gonna play this tune So connect my phone up to your bluetooth Chorus: 01942 This one's made for the Wigan crew Everybody's gonna play this song In Ashton through to Bamfurlong Verse 1: W-I-G-A-N Wigan is the town that I live in Famous for the pies Famous for the rugby Half of the girls are pig ugly We are as common as muck but I'm happy as Larry Has anyone lately seen fat Harry? Instead of no we say ney Nobody understands a word we say Verse 2: Our accent is anging so is the clothes But one thing that's mint is Uncle Joes Chip barm pea wet babis yed Pan of lobbies with lots of bread I don't care what anybody says You're never beating a Galloways Knock off gear from the local druggie Who goes for a wash in river Douggie? Verse 3: We do anything for a decent earner We get our tan at Beech Hill burners Get your hair done at Bang and Loop So you look the part watching Pats v Judes Speaking of which I don't understand Why we have so many teams Stood on the side as a spectator Everybody's wearing Shammy's Jeans Verse 4: We got local legends and famous bands Legs on shoulders smoke it Ange Laughing at every word he says Have you seen the state of our Wez You say Wigan's shit you have the nerve This is the birthplace of The Verve Gonna watch Wigan Latics gonna get drunk Stood in the stands with my main man Chunk Verse 5: Just finished work on a Friday night Lets go up King Street and have a fight Try to stay in but I can't stop it After a few when you got to the Brocket Every weekend it's always the same Make my way over to Wigan Lane Bowling Green then the Millstone Then the dealer is on the phone Verse 6: Few cocktails and Sambuca Spend a bomb in Casino De Cuba Had 80 quid but it's nearly gone Save is for Mortimers 3-4-1 We had Wigan Casino then Wigan Pier We had Maximes the we had Princes Now we got Revs and Jumping Jacks That's full of Incers and Platt Bridgers Verse 7: Fuck Bamboogy and fuck Bentleys Can you bring back liquid Wednesdays Bring back Surfers bring back Pemps Now I'm in the Attic doing ten for tens It's 8 in the morning I've been to the Hub I come out walking just like a demon Pfffff what the hell did you put in that drink I swear to God it tastes like semen Verse 8: Did I pull? Of course I did Spent much on her? About 4 quid I'm pissed out my I head pulled this slag Gonna treat her to a donner kebab Both sat outside of Santi Bag Both of us jump in a Bluestar cab Back to my gaff you know how it ends That's just Wigan every weekend