DIRTY GLASS ƒ  A D E F#m The wife's packed up, she's moving out tonight Gone 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. Fuck! Cunt! Wank! Shit! Mine's a pint of bitter Fuck! Cunt! Wank! Shit! Mine's a pint of Bass Fuck! Cunt! Wank! Shit! 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 piss in No bog no bed no bread no bin, she took every fucking thing 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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After a week, the wife's out on the street, With her suitcases her bed and three piece suite The dog came running home, the wife's all on her own, And my heart pumps piss. ©1993 The Macc Lads N.B.- There are She-ite Moslems and Sunni Moslems-          (We think its a bit like proddy dogs and left footers, but we’re not quite sure). TRACK CHAT HORRID HUNDRED