Intro: verse 1 I heard you walking down our street Emphatic boots on massive feet Instinctively I knew what would ensue: I‘d have to strap on my guitar And tell the people near and far “I’d like to swerve the Checkatrade with you”. Swerving the Checkatrade, swerving the Checkatrade Swerving the Checkatrade with you My heart is like a hand grenade My head feels like it’s been waylaid Swerving the Checkatrade with you. verse 2 I’d followed you for half a mile And in what seemed like quite a while I found a way in which to tell it true: Oh, I like a pint, I like a brawl I like a scone but most of all I’d like to swerve the Checkatrade with you. Yeah, swerving the Checkatrade, swerving the Checkatrade So we may get to bill and coo I’d weighed up all the pro’s and con’s Of watching th’under twenty-ones Swerving the Checkatrade with you. Outro Oh, let me gaze upon your curves Instead of Ipswich Town reserves Swerving the Checkatrade with you…… Swerving the Checkatrade with you…… Swerving the Checkatrade with you.