What Became Of The London Lads?

Please pass me that bong
And I will write you a song
We’ll call the London Lads
But if it's left to you
I know exactly what you'd do
With all the drinks we had

Just beer runs thicker, oh
And we’re sick about salad, you know
If that’s a round in by you
It’s a round in by me
We drank so much we couldn’t see
Though we didn’t wanna go
We didn’t wanna go!

When you drank all summer long
Then got the beers in for a song
Well ta very much, top lad!

Then you sold your cards to right your wrongs
And never wrote any more drinking songs
Knock ‘em back! I said

But now life runs thicker, oh
And we’re sick about wine, you know
If not around we miss you
It’s a round in less three
We drank so much we couldn’t see
But you were a no-show
You were a no-show!

Oh what became of the London Lads?
What became of the drinks we had?
Oh shall we drink yet another?
Oh shall we drink yet another?
Beer, we'll always know

Please pass me that bong
And I will write you a song
We’ll call the London Lads

We all bought the Roms
We played ‘em all then wrote daft songs
That's filled with beers we drank

But stuff runs thicker, oh
We sing about cheese, you know
What’s now important to you
Means nothing to me
You tried to make me see
But I don’t wanna know
I don’t want to know!

Oh what became of the London Lads?
What became of the drinks we had?
Oh shall we drink yet another?
Oh shall we drink yet another?
Beer, we'll always know