My Missus
Now 'ears a little story,
You're gonna like a lot,
It's all about me missus,
She used to be a slut,
I met her on the piss you see,
As you fuckin' do,
And she said "'Ows about it love?"
"One hour or...
A Quickie (off The Top Of My Head)
So me and the missus get dressed all dapper,
And off we trots lookin' prim an' proppa,
"I wanna night out" she twines to me,
So it's off down the ale'ouse for mash an' peas,
"Gord 'elp us Stevo" she...
Strange Endearments
In our family,
Our endearments are not sweet,
Rather rude I would think,
Never do we call each other dear, dearest or dearie. Sweetums or darling. For we are quite black country.