From Scotland's bonnie shores we set sail In search of alcohol, the drunkard's holy grail 'Cause a pirate's life is empty without booze The situation's dire, we've got nothing to lose To England we ride With vengeance on our minds We'll kill the monks, and get dead drunk Come on lads it's cloister burning time Buckfast Powersmash! Buckfast Powersmash! Buckfast Powersmash! Buckfast Powersmash! I'm not sure what's in it except for caffeine Despite having drunk it since I was thirteen It sells by the barrel in China and Spain I'll get drunk once more on that Lurgan Champagne Buckfast Powersmash! Buckfast Powersmash! Buckfast Powersmash! Buckfast Powersmash!