Pietaster Lyrics

She had just turned twenty nine,
(needed a good ironing),
Smelling like a tench,
(face looked like a welder's bench),
Her tights were baggy at the rear,
(she could fart for Lancashire),
She said she liked the taste of my bell-end cheddar,
And she asked me if I wanted to bed her.
She was desperate for a f***,
(said her c*** was healing up)
She had piles and NSU,
(creepy crawlies in her p***s)
Dribbling out of her womb
(more s**** (seamen) than the QE2)
I've never been to bed with an ugly woman,
But I've woken up with one or two,
(No he's never been to bed with an ugly woman,
But he's woken up with quite a few.)

Stretch marks on her b**,
(Tasted pies for t***erton's),
Stretch marks on her b**,
(Tasted pies for t***erton's),
Stretch marks on her b**,
(Tasted pies for t***erton's),
Stretch marks on her b**.
I've never been to bed with an ugly woman,
But I've woken up with one or two,
(No he's never been to bed with an ugly woman,
But he's woken up with quite a few.)

©1988 The Macc Lads

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