Dirty Glass Lyrics

Macc Lads Dirty Glass

The wife's packed up, she's moving out tonight
Gone off with an Arab, I think he's Shi-ite
She left at eight o'clock, with the furniture and the
dog,
And I'll miss him.
f..ck! Cunt! Wank! Shit! Mine's a pint of bitter
f..ck! Cunt! Wank! Shit! Mine's a pint of Bass
f..ck! Cunt! Wank! Shit! Mine's a pint of Guinness
And another pint of Guinness if its in a dirty glass

No guitar no car and the dog's gone missing, I haven't
got a pot to piss in
No bog no bed no bread no bin, she took every f..cking
thing
No kettle no cooker no coffee no cups, all I need's a
handy pub
No tapes no telly no towels no tears. Five past eight I'm
on the beer

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After a week, the wife's out on the street,
With her suitcases her bed and three piece suite
The dog came running home, the wife's all on her own,
And my heart pumps piss.