The B.E.C., the Wessex and the Shepton
Can crawl up their amalgamated rectum.

From Londinium to the Mendip hills we speed
In vehicles that are sometimes far from pretty.
We wear badges oh, so neat, and boots upon our feet,
But the rest of us is really rather nasty!

The B.E.C. etc

So when you see us coming through the door
And you wonder where you've seen that face before.
No need for you to chat away, t'be sure it was last Saturday,
Our old puke stains are still there on the floor.

The B.E.C. etc

We swig our ale with pleasure and with ease,
And the kind of songs we sing are sure to please.
We're the only buggers here who can take their drop of beer.
It's the tea that really brings us to our knees.

The B.E.C. etc

Now, someone said that once they'd seen us caving
Though who it was we never can agree.
But if we catch the lout, we'll sort the bugger out!
For our drinking reputation is worth saving.

The B.E.C. etc

We've got ourselves a name for brewing tea,
And we must admit we do it liberally.
But while we're tippling tannin, the scheme that we are planning
Is to creep down to the B.E.C. for coffee. (with emphasis)

The B.E.C. etc

You may wonder what we're up to all the week.
Well, our life up town is really rather shady.
We're often seen around Picadilly Underground,
Providing all the earnings of a high born lady. (with appropriate change of tune)

The B.E.C. etc

If you'd like a cottage built, you ought to see us.
We've built our own, we'll build you one as well.
We'll make it strong and high, and homely, warm, and dry,
And then we'll light the gas and run like Hell….

The B.E.C. etc

In the olden days the M.C.G. went caving,
Diving sumps and finding caves from A to Z.
But now we're on the internet we never need get cold and wet.
We'd rather stay at home and Cave the Web.

The B.E.C., the Wessex and the Shepton
Can crawl up their amalgamated rectum.