| Serious man, your fucking' 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 drinking' in the pub
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| You were drinking' 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 hanging' 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 fucking' 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 taking' 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 the 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 flaming' sambucas she don’t 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, sparked out your missus
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| Your missus was looking at my missus
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| So my missus, sparked out 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 off 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 that ashtray 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 looking' at me love, this is water what I’m sipping'
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| I seen her get on a mountain bike, and she drove it to chip land,
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| 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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| 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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| She’s nuts man! |
| she’s off her head! |
| Innit! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Your Missus is a Nutter , by - Goldie Lookin Chain. Song from the album Safe as Fu*k, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп