| 00:00 - 00:03 | For the Christmas do this year |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | We thought that we would |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | dander round the Cathedral Quarter |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | and maybe we could get something to eat in one of those swanky wee restaurants |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | and if we've any money left, go for a drink |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | And then big Steiner will take us to GlamSlam, right? |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | Hmm |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Boss... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Steiner... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Steiner forgot about your tickets |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | Dickhead was blocked |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | All you fuckers who listen to shite bands...out. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | What the fuck! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | Jesus Christ the night! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | Who said Cathedral Quarter for drinks? It's bastardin' 12 quid a pint for fuck's sake! |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | And something to eat? Eatin's cheating! |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | All the bars have stupid names |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | Like the Septic Ballbeg |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | or the Weasel's Wab |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | It's absolutely shite! |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Boss, the tourists love it |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Tourists aren't real people! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Boss, that's Bollocks. |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Did you say "Bollocks" to me? |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | Cheeky bastard! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | Where's my tickets? |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | One gig a year I need tickets for... |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | GlamSlam in The Europa |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | The girls in the office |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | used to get me them for Christmas |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | And this year you trusted |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | that wanker Steiner |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | There's fuck all to do |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | in that shite week between Christmas and New Year |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | and then The Europa puts on GlamSlam |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | I mean, the Cathedral quarter |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | Full of dicks and the beer is too dear |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | You get your dinner served on a fuckin' housebrick |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | By some loon with purple hair |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | "Oh Sir, this has been cooked in Panda tears" |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | Pretentious bastards! |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | It's nat your fault love |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | I love my Glam Rock |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | Johnny Hero in his fantastic pink wig |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | OK, he can't sing |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | but the band make up for him |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | They're the finest bunch of entertainers |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | ever assembled in Belfast |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Maybe Santa will bring me tickets, fuck sake. |
