There was a load of bloody fairies in Buenos bloody Aires

With greasy hair and sweaty bums, they'd never heard of Boddington's

A different culture and a different race, - no chippies in the fucking place

You can keep that poof Ardiles, we're going to have your Malvinas

Eh Up!

They got our backs up without a doubt, time to sort those Argies out

Costa Méndez lives in fear of real men who can hold their beer

Eh! Eh! Eh! The lads are on their way

With bayonets and tommy guns and bellies full of Boddington's

Eh Up!

Fray Bentos and cheap red wine is all they eat in the Argentine

But after a scrap with the English Navy, they'll ask for the recipe for chips 'n' gravy