The Macc Lads - Dirty Gla** lyrics

The wife's packed up, she's moving out tonight, F***ed 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***! c*nt! wa*k! s***! Mine's a pint of bitter, F***! c*nt! wa*k! s***! Mine's a pint of Ba**, F***! c*nt! wa*k! s***! Mine's a pint of Guinness And another pint of Guinness if its in a dirty gla**. 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***ing thing. F***! c*nt! wa*k! s***! Mine's a pint of bitter, F***! c*nt! wa*k! s***! Mine's a pint of Ba**, F***! c*nt! wa*k! s***! Mine's a pint of Guinness And another pint of Guinness if its in a dirty gla**. 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, On the beer, F***ing right! F***! c*nt! wa*k! s***! Mine's a pint of bitter, F***! c*nt! wa*k! s***! Mine's a pint of Ba**, F***! c*nt! wa*k! s***! Mine's a pint of Guinness And another pint of Guinness if its in a dirty gla**.