'Predator II or F V P'created Fatman

Up in the hills on a summer night

half canned we tried to re-enact their fight.

I was Dutch and Nick was Blain

but Tom did not want to play the game.

Rich must have been Billyboy

he disappeared into the night

I think he went for a shite.

Marcus Curtis was also there
 in despair with his chaffing underwear.

We drank till darkness fell

it must have been a bloody hell.

we couldn't see on the downward haul

the darkness fell - I took a nasty fall.

With no mega torch things looked bad

but nobody died it wasn't sad.

As I looked back in fading light

I nearly had a horrible fright.

I swear I saw the predator swing

and his laser zooming thing.

It could have been ten pints of shit welsh beer

or maybe some fiend hunting deer.

Back at base we lit a fire to keep away the howling sheep

We drank till dawn I didn't get a single wink of sleep.

Halfway through this dreadful night

I legged it for a f*ckin shite.

The bog was full just like the moon

I had to crouch I felt a loon.

I had to dock it just like a rocket

and use the single tissue in my pocket.

The predator stayed at bay

but I'll be back another day.

So when the heat of summer comes again

It's Wales we go to play the game.

Asta la vista

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