Kevin Bloody Wilson
Kevin Bloody Wilson - Missin' The Missus lyrics
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The missus pissed off headed straight for her mother's And I headed straight for the phone, Rang a few mates and invited 'em over A bloke who'd go mad on his own, The truck from the pub took an hour to unload As we set up the kegs in the yard, Then got on the blower and ordered some tucker Just enough stuff to keep up from starvin', There was chicken and fish, full beast on a spit, Spaghetti and sweet and sour pork, Pizza and peanuts salami pickled onions And a fuckin' great boat load'a prawns, Hungry Jack shish kebabs KFC mackers Dry biccies and olives and cheese, Washed it all down with a bucket'a piss While I'm missin' the missus bee gees. (Washed it all down with a bucket of piss While he's missing the missus bee gees). Then we hit the kick and kicked in for a stripper 'Cause Woody could get us one cheap, That stripper we got was a fair dinkum bush peak More tats than she had fuckin' teeth, While that stripper was strippin' someone let me dog in Tripod sniffed and just pissed on the wall, And when she went to kick him she slipped in the piss Done the splits and got stuck to the wall. Gas bottle exploded crash landed next door And the cranky ol' cunt called the cops, Cops come around and arrested the prick, Even cops don't like fuckin' dobbers, They stayed helpin' the stripper still stuck to the wall, While Tripod sniffed 'round in her purse, With a mouth full'a g-strings and sex aides and dildos When you thought things just couldn't get worse. Fuckin' firies turned up in their little red truck, And proceeded to bone the joint down, Then the ambo's and jurnos and ten fuckin' toe trucks And half's the bastards in town, With their tractors and utes, all piled high with booze And a couple'a wool bags'a weed, All come to console me on me first day alone While I'm missin' the missus bee gees. (All come to console on his first day alone While he's missing the missus bee gees). If I was left standin' don't matter and don't remember Just remember the gut achin' gown, And the mess in the dunny on the floor and in the base And on the mirror and all up the wall, Wipin' me chin while I'm tryin' to remember Where I'd seen all that tucker before, There was chicken and fish bones half eaten full beasts, Spaghetti and sweet and sour pork, Pizza and peanuts salami pickled onions And the deck was all covered in prawn, shells, Hungry Jack shish kebabs KFC mackers Soggy biscuits and olives and cheese, And I turd and me teeth in bowl'a the bog While I'm missin' the missus bee gees. (A turd and his teeth in the bowl of the bog While he's missing the missus bee gees). (A turd and his teeth in the bowl of the bog While he's missing the missus bee gees).