She's a Worky Ticket 歌词

She's a worky ticket i bought her a king cone And she woudn't lick it She wanted the chocolate one but when i got there They'd all gone. Chorus: Yeah she's a worky ticket everywhere we go Worky ticket Leaves me standing in the rain And freezin in the snow Worky ticket everywhere we go Worky ticket, worky ticket... Sent me up the pub for 20 l and b But when i got back all she did was yell at me She was sittin watchin charles dichens on the box What's that funny smell ya better go and wash yer socks I couldn't bear it could not take it any more Grabbed me coat and me hat and slipped out of the door Chorus...(guitar bit) She's a little worky ticket i bought her a watch and She wouldn't fit it I fixed if meself, it smashed upon the shelf It doesn't fit, never mind... Chorus