Lyrics The Future Mrs Heaton - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

The Future Mrs Heaton

The future Mrs. Heaton
Won’t need a Wonderbra
She’ll be basking on a sun lounger
Smoking fat cigar
The future Mrs. Heaton
Won’t trouble herself with bills
She won’t need no alcohol
Or constant flow of pills
She’ll be turning up at bingo
With her mates in flashy car
Losing at the slot machines
But eating caviar
I’ll make sure that I’ll love you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Like the star you actually are (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Not like all those broken promises (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Or this beaten-up old car (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Or when your head’s in your hands now (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And your nose down on the bar (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I’ll be your White Russian king
And I’ll rescue you like Tsar
The future Mr. Abbott
Won’t have to go to bank
He’ll lean right back, he’ll drink a beer
And Mrs. Abbott thank
The future Mr. Abbott
Troubled, he’ll be not
With all the kisses and all the loving
Mrs. Abbott’s got
Our voices will fill the air
With conversation and good song
And rarely will we disagree
And never will we wrong
I’ll make sure that I’ll love you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Like the star you actually are (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Not like all those broken promises (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Or this beaten-up old car (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Or when your head’s in your hands now (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And your nose down on the bar (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I’ll be your White Russian king
And I’ll rescue you like Tsar
The future Mrs. Heaton
Won’t go out in high heels
She’ll go out in her stockinged feet
Exactly how she feels
I’ll make sure that I’ll love you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Like the star you actually are (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Not like all those broken promises (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Or this beaten-up old car (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Or when your head’s in your hands now (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
And your nose down on the bar (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I’ll be your White Russian king
And I’ll rescue you like Tsar…