Miss Macclesfield Lyrics

She was the perfect woman, she was my kind of a bird,
She stayed in the kitchen and she never said a word,
She had real big t*** and a lovely slappable a***,
But now she's into barbeques and wine bars.
I used to go out with her, she cooked me all my meals ,(Miss Macclesfield)
Then one day she made it big, she won 'Miss Macclesfield'

She married an Italian just coz he was posh,
They honeymooned in Brussels, he played a bit of squash,
Next she wed an ale baron who came from Lancashire,
But he wasn't rich, he was just another Wigan Peer (pier).
I used to go out with her, she cooked me all my meals, (Miss Macclesfield)
Then one day she made it big, she won 'Miss Macclesfield''

She'll get fed-up with buffets, one day she'll come back,
She knows that all the real men live in Macc,
She'll tell me that she loves me and she hated living with toffs,
I'll slip her a length, then I'll tell her: 'f*** off' .
I used to go out with her, she cooked a nice bit of grub, (Miss Macclesfield)
She may have been a beauty queen, but I'd rather go down the pub.

Miss Macclesfield,
Miss Macclesfield.

©1985 The Macc Lads

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