Serious man, your fuckin' missus is nuts,
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My missus is nuts an' all,
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She rings me at least forty times a day,
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Serious.
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I seen you last night, you were drinkin' in the pub,
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You were drinkin' with that bird you tried to chat up in the nightclub,
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Can't say her name but she's got a gammy eye,
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And I feel an air of violence when I have to walk on by,
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You can't deny it, it's something you can't miss,
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That bird who's hangin' out with you is mad like cat piss,
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Like bread and jam, or a knife going with butter,
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Face it son, your missus is a nutter!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Leave her alone! Your missus is a nutter!
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I've never seen a woman make a f*ckin' skinhead cry,
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And I never seen a woman try to snap an arm with her thigh.
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Now I have and it's just across the pub,
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And the worst thing is she's takin' you home for a rub.
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You don't deserve it, you know it's a fact,
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But mix her up with booze, you got a suicide pact,
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2 tequilas and 4 vodka mules,
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She's a wrecking ball and her fists are her tools.
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Binge drinking, binge drinking
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Tried keeping up with your missus, what was I thinking?
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She looks like Caprice,
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But it's a shock to see her wrestling 2 police,
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With one in a headlock!
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Fighting with bouncers and flashing her bits,
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After 2 flamin' sambucas she dont care who she hits,
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Waking up on Sunday morning, with bruises and cuts,
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Face it son, your missus is nuts!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Leave her alone! Your missus is a nutter!
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Your missus was looking at my missus,
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So my missus, spat at your missus,
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Your missus was looking at my missus,
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So my missus, spat at your missus,
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It was last week, what really got me thinking,
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About how your missus goes nuts when we go drinking,
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Last week, she ended up on a binge,
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She got of her tits and showed the bouncers her minge.
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And it's the threat of grievous bodily harm,
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She needs to keep calm, and use her charm,
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I used to think it was funny, it made me laugh,
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When she threw the ashtray's at the bar staff
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Stabbed a man with a cone just to get a drink
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There's no logic, just have a drink, fight, drink, fight, drink!
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She grabs your throat and stares into your eyes,
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Have you ever seen a woman kill a man with her thighs?
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Oh son, your missus is trouble,
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Everytime you have a drink she has a double,
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Is she on pukkas?
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I think she's tripping?
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Stop lookin' at me love, this is water what I'm sippin'.
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I seen her get on a mountain bike, and she drove it to Chipland, and did 'em all in!
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Wicked!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Leave her alone! Your missus is a nutter!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
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Leave her alone! Your missus is a nutter!
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(Pussy Whipped)Oh son, (Pussy Whipped)your missus is a nutter!
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(Pussy Whipped)Oh son, (Pussy Whipped)your missus is a nutter!
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(Pussy Whipped)Oh son.
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(Pussy whipped, Pussy Whipped, Pussy Whipped)
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She's nuts man!! she's off her 'ead!! Innit!?!
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Your Missus is a nutter
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