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Me Old Ball & Chain Lyrics - Artist : Rumjacks, The
Right! Hand me down that bottle of tequila from the shelf
I'll have a beer to follow and all, here take one for yerself I've been off the piss for ten long years and I've a bloody thirst And I won't be leavin' here until you carry me feet first 'Til I've tripped over the speakers and I've fallen through the band And I told the chubby bouncer 'geeza shout if ye need a hand!' I'm screamin o'er the bar and I'm spittin' in yer ear And signin' wi' my hands for ya to geez another beer Me old ball and chain is in a shallow grave So hit me, one, two, - one, two, three, four! I don't have to suffer anymore 'Til I've kicked shit out yer jukebox and I've broken all yer darts And I've talked the friggin ears off my reflection in the glass I've spewed all down the front o' me and I've pissed all down me leg And I'm propped up in the corner like a fuckin' rusty keg Me old ball and chain is in a shallow grave So hit me, one, two, - one, two, three, four! I don't have to suffer anymore 'Til I'm snorin' like a chainsaw and I'm layin there catchin' flies And you ye cheeky bugger pops two pennies in me eyes "God love ye and protect ye, get yer knees up Missus Brown She's topped her flamin' hubby and she's torn up half the town!" Me old ball and chain is in a shallow grave So hit me, one, two, - one, two, three, four! I don't have to suffer anymore (One, two, three, four!) Me old ball and chain is in a shallow grave So hit me, one, two, - one, two, three, four! I don't have to suffer anymore Hit me, one, two, - one, two, three, four! I don't have to suffer anymore |
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