Slammed

More in hope in expectation, off to Dublin we sped But the Welsh defied the odds and put the Irish lads to bed Celtic bonding on the black stuff, painting the town red In a Temple Bar bar sang Ba Barbara Ann Kilts and bagpipes came to Cardiff convinced that they would loose But the first half showed the Scottish team didn't share their views Whiskey on a Sunday – we got slammed Slammed Slammed ain't it grand? Slammed Slammed we got slammed Slammed Slammed caned and canned Wales won the slam, and we got slammed To go to Twickenham as favourites was strange but good to see And a seven point win, well that was fine by me So to celebrate a Triple Crown, drank triple G & Ts Several Triple Crown rounds downed to captain Sam Danny came from Italy to watch his compete But Wales ran out worthy winners and the Azzuri off their feet We were dancing with tiddly Itais down St Mary's Street Pironi out of plastic glasses – we got slammed Slammed Slammed ain't it grand? Slammed Slammed we got slammed Slammed Slammed caned and canned Wales won the slam, and we got slammed Deja vous, Facing France for the Grand Slam, again Quarter of million in Cardiff for the game The match was tough and tense, but we won it all the same It was raining Champagne – we got slammed Slammed Slammed ain't it grand? Slammed Slammed we got slammed Slammed Slammed caned and canned Wales won the slam, and we got slammed