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___! w___! s___! Mine's a pint of bitter,
f___! c___! w___! s___! Mine's a pint of Bass,
f___! c___! w___! s___! Mine's a pint of Guinness
And another pint of Guinness if its in a dirty glass.

No guitar no car and the dog's gone missing,
I haven't got a pot to p___ in,
No bog no bed no bread no bin,
She took every f___ing thing.

f___! c___! w___! s___! Mine's a pint of bitter,
f___! c___! w___! s___! Mine's a pint of Bass,
f___! c___! w___! s___! Mine's a pint of Guinness
And another pint of Guinness if its in a dirty glass.

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___! w___! s___! Mine's a pint of bitter,
f___! c___! w___! s___! Mine's a pint of Bass,
f___! c___! w___! s___! Mine's a pint of Guinness
And another pint of Guinness if its in a dirty glass.

©1993 The Macc Lads

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