Unlucky For You She's a Minger

Picture yourself in a pub by the river
With John Smiths on tap and beef and ale pies
Somebody tells you, it's nearly last orders
A girl with enourmous big thighs
She gets out her baps and your tongue hits the floor
She grabs you and drags you outside
You look at the girl with your red bleary eyes
And she's hot

Unlucky for you she's a minger
Unlucky for you she's a minger
Unlucky for you she's a minger

Aargh

You follow her arse and it looks like a mountain
Where if you got lost you'd definitely die
Everyone laughs as you lean on her shoulder
She looks pretty much like a guy
You make your way staggering up to her door
Maybe you should just run away
Climbing the stairs and into her room
You've gone wrong

Unlucky for you she's a minger
Unlucky for you she's a minger
Unlucky for you she's a minger

Aargh

Picture the scene with some great trepidation
The person beside you is swarming with flies
Suddenly somehow the horror is so vile
You are the groom, she's the bride

Unlucky for you she's a minger
Unlucky for you she's a minger
Unlucky for you she's a minger