We're out of buckie, but there's no need to feel afraid
We can make do with vodka and red lemonade
In the world there's plenty of buckie to go roun'
Throw your arms around a glass of Buckfast wine

But say a prayer, pray for the other ones
Who do not drink, it's hard but when you're having fun
They look miserable and boring, dull and dim and drear
The only liquid flowing is their bitter whingey tears
And the popping of a cork, sounds like a cannon's boom
Tonight thank God it's them instead of you.

Feed the world … gallons of sweet Buckfast wine
Feed the world … gallons of sweet Buckfast wine for all

(Here's to you) raise a glass to every one
(Here's to them) stick your tee-total up your bum
Gallons of sweet Buckfast wine for all