时间：2005-11-07
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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
Oh 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
Oh son your missus is a nutter
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
Oh son 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
Oh son 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
Oh son your missus is a nutter
Oh son your missus is a nutter
Leave her alone
