Hubbadillia Songtext / Lyric

We were on the Isles of Scilly where the gardens are so pretty

And two thousand drunkards clinging to a rock

There, we found a little niche out there on St. Martins beach

And we had ourselves a party that didn't stop



There were people having sex, new age way with mobile text

They were looking all around for new blood

There were young ones and old ones and even comatose ones

They'd gobble us for breakfast if they could



And there was hubbadillia






There was young Angus McChuff who got into a real huff

And he tried to burn the party to the ground

Though I don't say I can blame him but we really had to tame him

If I didn't I don't think we'd be around



To sing hubbadillia



In the morning came the chorus and no one could ignore us

For the island was awoken to the sound

And although the party's flagging and the people are all sagging

Everyone is jumping all around



To hubbadillia