She came out of the bogs, with a stink of damp dogs,
With an Oxfam shop smell, her clothes were louder than hell,
Drowning out the jukebox.
I avoided her stare by diving under a chair,
But right next to my nose, a pair of stilettos,
I didn't have a prayer.
She shouts: "Hey you, what you doing down there?, I were just tellin' the girls about our affair,
How you took us home a week last Sunday, And made a mess before I got your k*** out of your undies"
She's the tart with the heart, she's the b**** with the lisp,
And she works for the papers, she's a gossip columnist,
Look up in the 'phone book for the Northern part of China,
There's still one Chin that hasn't been hard-up on her v*****.
She was lying, of course, I made a bolt for the door,
But the loudmouth s*** stuck out a foot,
and put me back on the floor.
I dived behind the plants to avoid her glance,
But before very long, the familiar pong,
v*****l deoderant.
She shouts: "Hey you, what you doing down there?, I were just tellin' the mates about our affair,
And if theres any chance you could get the medication so you can avoid your premature e**********?"
She's the tart with the heart, she's the b**** with the lisp,
And she works for the papers, she's a gossip columnist,
Look up in the 'phone book for the Northern part of China,
There's still one Chin that hasn't been hard-up on her v*****.
She's the tart with the heart, she's the b**** with the lisp,
Spreads the word and her legs, she's a gossip columnist,
Look up in the 'phone book for the Northern part of China,
There's still one Chin that hasn't been hard-up on her v*****.
She's the tart with the heart, she's the b**** with the lisp,
Spreads the word and her legs, she's a gossip columnist,
Look up in the 'phone book for the Northern part of China,
There's still one Chin that hasn't been hard-up on her t***.
©1993 The Macc Lads
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With an Oxfam shop smell, her clothes were louder than hell,
Drowning out the jukebox.
I avoided her stare by diving under a chair,
But right next to my nose, a pair of stilettos,
I didn't have a prayer.
She shouts: "Hey you, what you doing down there?, I were just tellin' the girls about our affair,
How you took us home a week last Sunday, And made a mess before I got your k*** out of your undies"
She's the tart with the heart, she's the b**** with the lisp,
And she works for the papers, she's a gossip columnist,
Look up in the 'phone book for the Northern part of China,
There's still one Chin that hasn't been hard-up on her v*****.
She was lying, of course, I made a bolt for the door,
But the loudmouth s*** stuck out a foot,
and put me back on the floor.
I dived behind the plants to avoid her glance,
But before very long, the familiar pong,
v*****l deoderant.
She shouts: "Hey you, what you doing down there?, I were just tellin' the mates about our affair,
And if theres any chance you could get the medication so you can avoid your premature e**********?"
She's the tart with the heart, she's the b**** with the lisp,
And she works for the papers, she's a gossip columnist,
Look up in the 'phone book for the Northern part of China,
There's still one Chin that hasn't been hard-up on her v*****.
She's the tart with the heart, she's the b**** with the lisp,
Spreads the word and her legs, she's a gossip columnist,
Look up in the 'phone book for the Northern part of China,
There's still one Chin that hasn't been hard-up on her v*****.
She's the tart with the heart, she's the b**** with the lisp,
Spreads the word and her legs, she's a gossip columnist,
Look up in the 'phone book for the Northern part of China,
There's still one Chin that hasn't been hard-up on her t***.
©1993 The Macc Lads
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