From Scotland’s bonnie shores we set sail
 In seach of alcohol, the [bad word] s holy grail
 Cos a pirates life is empty without booze
 The situation’s dire, we’ve got nothing to lose 

 To England we ride
 With vengeance on our minds
 We’ll kill the monks, and get dead [bad word] [bad word] on lads it’s cloister burning time 

 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash! 

 I’m not sure what’s in it except caffeine
 Despite having [bad word] it since I was thirteen
 It sells by the barrel in China and Spain
 [bad word] [bad word] a/alestorm/buckfast-powersmash-lyrics
 I’ll get [bad word] once more on that Lurgan Champagne

 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash!
 Buckfast Powersmash!