Well, in this life there's a couple of certs, One is death and the other's a nurse, Well Lucy's old and they say she's passed it, But I gave her one and her tits were that big, And they said bollocks and they're made of plastic, And that I never touched her, That's just bagshit. Lucy Lastic, we shagged everywhere, On the washer in the kitchen and twice on the stairs, Did you f**k? You're making it up. Well I got a red pint round the back of our house, Are you sure you want to play with my little red mouse? I found his tail right up Lucy Lastic, The Russians are coming, this is drastic. So I closed the curtains and I sat on her belly, There was dogfood in her clevage, forgot about torn welly. Lucy Lastic's got a great back, Two pounds of tripe just to take up the slack. Was there f**k, you're making it up. Lucy Lastic we shagged in a skip. Dead cats in her knickers, tea bags on her tits. We did it in a snowdrift in Wilderclough, But Lucy Lastic was loose enough, Lucy Lastic were loose enough, Lucy Lastic were loose enough, Lucy Lastic were loose enough.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
