Your Missus Is A Nutter (HMV Instore)-Goldie Lookin Chain

歌手 : Goldie Lookin Chain

专辑 : Goldie Lookin Chain HMV Live

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:05

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TXT Your Missus Is A Nutter (HMV Instore)-Goldie Lookin Chain 文本歌词

Your Missus Is A Nutter (HMV Instore) - Goldie Lookin Chain

I seen you last night

You were drinkin' in the pub

You were drinkin' with that

Bird you tried to chat up in the nightclub

Can't say her name

But she's got a gammy eye

And I feel an air of violence

When I have to walk on by

You can't deny it

It's something you can't miss

That bird who's hangin' out

With you is mad like cat piss

Like bread and jam

Or a knife going with butter

Face it son your missus is a nutter

Oh son your missus is a nutter

Leave her alone

Your missus is a nutter

I've never seen a

Woman make a f**kin' skinhead cry

And I never seen a woman

Try to snap an arm with her thigh

Now I have and it's just across the pub

And the worst thing is

She's takin' you home for a rub

You don't deserve it

You know it's a fact

But mix her up with booze

You got a suicide pact

2 tequilas and 4 vodka mules

She's a wrecking ball

And her fists are her tools

Binge drinking binge drinking

Tried keeping up with your missus

What was I thinking

She looks like Caprice

But it's a shock to see

Her wrestling 2 police

With one in a headlock

Fighting with bouncers

And flashing her bits

After 2 flamin' sambucas she

Don't care who she hits

Waking up on Sunday morning

With bruises and cuts

Face it son your missus is nuts

Oh son your missus is a nutter

Leave her alone Your missus is a nutter

Your missus was looking at my missus

So my missus spat at your missus

Your missus was looking at my missus

So my missus spat at your missus

It was last week what really got me thinking

About how your missus goes nuts

When we go drinking

Last week she ended up on a binge

She got of her tits

And showed the bouncers her minge

And it's the threat of grievous bodily harm

She needs to keep calm

And use her charm

I used to think it was funny

It made me laugh

When she threw the ashtray's at the bar staff

Stabbed a man with a cone just to get a drink

There's no logic just have a drink

Fight drink fight drink

She grabs your throat and stares into your eyes

Have you ever seen a woman

Kill a man with her thighs

Oh son your missus is trouble

Everytime you have a drink she has a double

Is she on pukkas

I think she's tripping

Stop lookin' at me love

This is water what I'm sippin'

I seen her get on a mountain bike

And she drove it to Chipland

And did 'em all in

Wicked

Oh son your missus is a nutter

Leave her alone Your missus is a nutter

Oh son your missus is a nutter

Leave her alone Your missus is a nutter

Oh son your missus is a nutter

Leave her alone