Lyrics: Macc Lads. Fluffy Pup.

Well, I spent last night trying to chuck me bird,
She were clinging to me leg like an old sick turd,
I said your tits are too small and your legs are too short,
I want a fit bird from the Sunday Sport,
I can't hear me records when you sit on me face,
And then she mouths off in front of me mates,
But you told me that you loved me,
I never fucking did,
You used fer bring me flowers,
I said shut your fucking grid,
You acted dead sweet and you called me fluffy pup,
You can cook you can fuck you can do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, come on fuck off,
Get stuffed.
Well I took her one side, and we started chatting,
I said tell the lads that and I'll kick your twat in,
Now piss ofback your mother's 'cos I've had enough,
Say another word, get a boot up chuff,
You're spotty and your ugly and you smaell like Billingsgate,
And then she mouths off in front of me mates...
But you told me that you loved me,
I never fucking did,
You used fer bring me flowers,
I said shut your fucking grid,
You acted dead sweet and you called me fluffy pup,

You can cook you can fuck you can do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, come on fuck off,
Get stuffed.
Well, I stormed off 'cos I were going crazy,
When I got to the chippy I had one foot in the gravy,
She got a seven foot dad,
Well just about,
And he was going to rip me liver out,
I said here you are grandad, your turn to hold her,
There's half a pint of gravy and a chip on me shoulder...
But you told me that you loved me,
I never fucking did,
You used fer bring me flowers,
Shut your fucking grid,
You acted dead sweet and you called me fluffy pup,
You can cook you can fuck you can do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, come on fuck off,
Get stuffed.
I said you can cook you can fuck you can do the washing up,
Now I've had enough, come on fuck off,
Get stuffed.