Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah
the Hong Kong boys are here
We can, we can, we can, we can
demolish 40 beers
Drink up, drink up, drink up, drink up
drink up for all of us,
‘Coz we don’t give a hoot for any old coot
who don’t give a hoot for us

The boys went down to So Kon Po
one Sunday afternoon
With a dozen bottles of Tsing Tao
and the boys to call the tune
The lids came off the eskies
and we threw them on the grass
‘Coz we don’t give a hoot for any old coot
who don’t give a hoot for us