Lady Muck

Lady Muck Lyrics

Well I want to sing a song about Lady Muck yoooh,
Well, it weren't her real name, but it rhymed with f**k.
An' I'm gonna nacc me voice doin' this for too long,
Come on Fast Fret, let's get on with the song.
She was sitting at a table shouting "Waiter where's the wine?"
But you don't come in MacDonald's if you really want to get p**sed,
Take me for a drink, she handed me her car keys,
Get me out of here, the place is full of grelbies.
You can use her p**s for purfume and her pubes for dental floss,
And her sh*t would make good perfume because she's so f**king posh,
Lady Muck.
Drove her round the town, Friday night were pay night,
She said she was a witch and turned into a layby,
Did a spell of snogging and a spot of fingering,
Found her name was Jonelle by the lables on her lingerie...
She had a fur coat and no knickers,
But she were a real lady,
And she never swore or farted
And she drove a gold Mercedes,
Lady Muck.
Yaaaaaaaaw.
You can use her p**s for purfume and her pubes for dental floss,
And her sh*t would make good perfume because she's so f**king posh,
She had a fur coat and no knickers,
Butshe were a real lady,
And she never swore or farted
When she spilt her chips and gravy.
Lady Muck,
Lady Muck,
Lady Muck,
Lady Muck.