Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Missus is a Nutter, artist - Goldie Lookin Chain. Album song Safe as Fu*k, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Recordings
Song language: English
Your Missus is a Nutter |
Serious man, your fucking' missus is nuts |
My missus is nuts an' all |
She rings me at least forty times a day |
Serious |
I seen you last night, you were drinking' in the pub |
You were drinking' with that bird you tried to chat up in the nightclub |
Can’t say her name but she’s got a gammy eye |
And I feel an air of violence when I have to walk on by |
You can’t deny it, it’s something you can’t miss |
That bird who’s hanging' out with you is mad like cat piss |
Like bread and jam, or a knife going with butter |
Face it son, your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Leave her alone! |
Your missus is a nutter! |
I’ve never seen a woman make a fucking' skinhead cry |
And I never seen a woman try to snap an arm with her thigh |
Now I have and it’s just across the pub |
And the worst thing is she’s taking' you home for a rub |
You don’t deserve it, you know it’s a fact |
But mix her up with booze, you got a suicide pact |
2 tequilas and 4 vodka mules |
She’s a wrecking ball and her fists are the tools |
Binge drinking, binge drinking |
Tried keeping up with your missus, what was I thinking? |
She looks like Caprice |
But it’s a shock to see her wrestling 2 police |
With one in a headlock! |
Fighting with bouncers and flashing her bits |
After 2 flaming' sambucas she don’t care who she hits |
Waking up on Sunday morning, with bruises and cuts |
Face it son, your missus is nuts! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Leave her alone! |
Your missus is a nutter! |
Your missus was looking at my missus |
So my missus, sparked out your missus |
Your missus was looking at my missus |
So my missus, sparked out your missus |
It was last week, what really got me thinking |
About how your missus goes nuts when we go drinking |
Last week, she ended up on a binge |
She got off her tits and showed the bouncers her minge |
And it’s the threat of grievous bodily harm |
She needs to keep calm, and use her charm |
I used to think it was funny, it made me laugh |
When she threw that ashtray at the bar staff |
Stabbed a man with a cone just to get a drink |
There’s no logic, just have a drink, fight, drink, fight, drink! |
She grabs your throat and stares into your eyes |
Have you ever seen a woman kill a man with her thighs? |
Oh son, your missus is trouble |
Everytime you have a drink she has a double |
Is she on pukkas? |
I think she’s tripping? |
Stop looking' at me love, this is water what I’m sipping' |
I seen her get on a mountain bike, and she drove it to chip land, |
and did 'em all in! |
Wicked! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Leave her alone! |
Your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Leave her alone! |
Your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Oh son, your missus is a nutter! |
Leave her alone! |
Your missus is a nutter! |
She’s nuts man! |
she’s off her head! |
Innit! |