There is a hoon in Sandy, Beds,
They call the drinkers gem,
For she's been the ruin of many a poor hoon,
In fact, the ruin of ten.

Her father taught her drinking,
Both spirits & pints with heads,
She learnt to drink all types of piss,
In a town called Sandy, Beds.

Now the only thing this hoon needs,
Is a beer a pie & a bunk,
For the only time she's satisfied,
Is when she's steaming drunk.

So hoonerers tell your children,
Not to do what we have done,
To challenge a Johnson to a drinking contest,
Is nowt, but folly my son.

Well she's had her fill of flagon,
And with pride the T-shirt's on,
Gem's going back to Sandy, Beds,
To toast a hat trick won.

There is a hoon in Sandy, Beds,
The drinker known as Gem,
She's been the ruin of every poor hoon,
My god, it's more than ten.

Squirrel

24/08/01