Goldie Lookin Chain - Your Missus Is A Nutter lyrics

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 bit's
After 2 flaming' sambucas she don't
Care who she hit's
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 tit's 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

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 bit's
After 2 flaming' sambucas she don't
Care who she hit's
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 tit's 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

She's nuts man! she's off her head! Innit!