| Lyrics: | She was the perfect woman,
She was my kind of a bird,
'Cos she stayed in the kitchen and
she never said a word.
She had real big tits and a lovely slappable arse,
But now she's
into barbeques and wine bars.
Oh, I used to go out with her 'cos she cooked me all me
meals,
Then one day she made it big when she won Miss Macclesfield.
She married and
Italian just 'cos he were posh,
And they honeymooned in Brussles and he played a bit of
squash.
Next she wed an ale baron who come from Lancashire,
But he wasn't rich, he was
just another Wigan queer.
Oh, I used to out with here 'cos she cooked me all me
meals,
Miss Macclesfield....
Then one day she made it big, when she won Miss
Macclesfield.
She'll get fed up of buffets and one day she'll come back,
'Cos she
knows that all the real men live in Macc,
She'll tell me that she loves me and she hated livin'
with toffs,
So I'll slip her a length and then I'll tell her,
Fuck off.
I used
to go out with her 'cos she cooked a nice bit of grub,
She may have been a beauty queen but I'd
rather go down the pub.
Miss Macclesfield, Miss Macclesfield |
