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Sung to the tune of the Flintstones
Vikings, We're the Vikings,
We're a modern drinking rugby team.
From the town of Hastings,
Were a place right out of history,
Duh duh duh
That’s right, from the pub just down the street,
We'll drink till we can't stand on our feet,
So when your with the Vikings have a
Ruh Ruh Ruh Ruh good time, a good time
We'll have a rugby time.
(Lead Man)
And did we win??
(Team)
We shitted in!!!
(Lead Man)
By how far???
(Team)
Balls and all!!
(Lead Man)
And how did we do it????
(Team. Sung low and deep)
Eeeaaasssyyy
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