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Fluffy Pup Lyrics

Well I spent last night trying to chuck my bird,
She was clinging to my leg like a homesick t***,
I said 'Your t*** are too small, and your legs are too short,
I want a fit bird from the Sunday Sport,
I can't hear my records when you sit on my face,'
Then she mouths off in front of my mates...
'But you told me that you loved me!'
'I never f****** did!'
'You used to bring me flowers!'
'Shut your f****** grid!'
'You acted dead sweet, and you called me fluffy pup!'
'You could cook, you could f***, you could do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, Go on, f*** off, get stuffed.'

I took her one side, and we started chatting:
'Tell the lads that, and I'll kick your t*** in!
Now p*** off back to your mother's, I've had enough,
Say another word, you'll get a boot up the chuff,
You're spotty, you're ugly, you smell like Billingsgate,'
Then she mouths off in front of my mates.....
'But you told me that you loved me!'
'I never f****** did!'
'You used to bring me flowers!'
'Shut your f****** grid!'
'You acted dead sweet, and you called me fluffy pup!'
'You could cook, you could f***, you could do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, Go on, f*** off, get stuffed.'

I stormed off, I was going crazy,
When I got to the chippy, I had one foot in the grave,
She's got a seven foot dad, (well, just about)
He was going to rip my liver out,
I said: 'Here you go, grandad, your turn to hold her,'
There was half a pint of gravy on the chip on my shoulder....
'But you told me that you loved me!'
'I never f****** did!'
'You used to bring me flowers!'
'Shut your f****** grid!'
'You acted dead sweet, and you called me fluffy pup!'
'You could cook, you could f***, you could do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, Go on, f*** off, get stuffed.'

'You could cook, you could f***, you could do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, Go on, f*** off, get stuffed.'

©1989 The Macc Lads
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