| She’s a worky ticket I bought her a King cone
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| And she woudn’t lick it
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| She wanted the chocolate one but when I got there
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| They’d all gone
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| Yeah she’s a worky ticket everywhere we go
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| Worky ticket
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| Leaves me standing in the rain
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| And freezin in the snow
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| Worky ticket everywhere we go
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| Worky ticket, worky ticket…
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| Sent me up the pub for 20 L and B
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| But when I got back all she did was yell at me
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| She was sittin watchin Charles Dichens on the box
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| What’s that funny smell ya better go and wash yer socks
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| I couldn’t bear it could not take it any more
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| Grabbed me coat and me hat and slipped out of the door
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| CHORUS…(guitar bit)
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| She’s a little worky ticket I bought her a watch and
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| She wouldn’t fit it
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| I fixed if meself, it smashed upon the shelf
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| It doesn’t fit, never mind… |