Tonart: A major
Verse 1
G
your fucking' missus is nuts
C
My missus is nuts an' all
She rings me at least forty times a day
Serious
Verse 2
C
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
Cm
C
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
G
C
Face it son, your missus is a nutter
Verse 3
Cm
C
Oh son, your missus is a nutter
G
Oh son, your missus is a nutter
C
Oh son, your missus is a nutter
Leave her alone,
G
B
C
yYour missus is a nutter
Verse 4
C
I've never seen a woman make a
fucking' skinhead cry
Cm
And I never seen a woman try to snap
C
Cm
C
an arm
with her thigh
G
Now I have and it's just across the pub
C
And the worst thing is she's
G
C
taking' you home for a rub
Cm
C
But mix her up with booze,
you got a suicide pact
G
2 tequilas and 4 vodka mules
and her fists are the tools
Verse 5
C
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
Cm
Fighting with bouncers and
After 2 flaming' sambucas she don't
care who she hits
G
Waking up on Sunday morning,
Face it son, your missus is nuts
Verse 6
C
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
G
C
Your missus was looking at my missus
Verse 7
So my missus, sparked out your missus
Your missus was looking at my missus
So my missus, sparked out your missus
Verse 8
C
It was last week, what really
got me thinking
Cm
About how your missus goes nuts
C
Cm
when we go drinking
C
G
C
Last week, she ended up on a binge
She got off her tits 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
G
When she threw that ash
Stabbed a man with a cone just
to get a drink
G
C
There's no logic, just have a drink,
fight, drink, fight, drink
G
C
She grabs your throat and
stares into your eyes
Have you ever seen a woman
G
kill a man with her thighs?
C
Oh son,
Verse 9
your missus is trouble
Every time you have a
drink she has a double
Is she on pukkas?
G
I think she's tripping?
C
Stop looking' at me love, this is water
what I'm sipping'
Verse 10
C
I seen her get on a mountain bike,
G
C
and she drove it to chip land, and did 'em all in
Wicked
Verse 11
G
Oh son, your missus is a nutter
C
Oh son, your missus is a nutter
C
Oh son, your missus is a nutter
Leave her alone, 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,
C
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
She's nuts man, she's off her head, innit
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