I'M 'APPY RIGHT 'ERE

CHORUS

Why dont you take me there
Why dont you take me there
With you I dont wanna go nowhere
Im happy right here

VERSE 1

What you asking me for a hysterectomy
I sliced off your breasts with no tits ya left to bleed
Ill put a stop to those crying fits affectively
What you think that emotional shits affecting me
Well it is it makes me more pissed I better beat
A bitch in the face for showing such disrespect to me!
Mouth to mouth I cant do this forever breathe!
Wipe that blood off ya lips and get my tea
Know what I prefer your friends Liz and Stephanie
Every night I dream of taking those chicks to bed with me
Ill have kids and force the little shits to beg for me
And no school coz I dont want my kids to ever read
Hahaha yeah I know your sick of me
You wish instead of me that Mister pedigreed
Whisk you off ya feet find your rich celebrity
Fine, man I thought that bitch would never leave!

CHORUS

Why dont you take me there
Why dont you take me there
With you I dont wanna go nowhere
Im happy right here

VERSE 2

They call me Sid the sexist Smell how sick my breath is
I nick ya necklace Sell it for a bit of breakfast
I got a bird that I aint punched in an hour
You fucking dirty slag jump in the shower!
I got a sterling cause for hurting whores
Hope her indoors cleaned those skirting boards
I play darts in the pub till my pals win
Oh fuck! You know how much trouble this cows in
Slut! Shes expecting a cuddle I bounce in
All unsubtle debating which knuckle I shall swing
And you can Struggle a thousand
Times to wash the blood but I find the blood all arousing
Fuck all the counselling Ill have you in trouble with housing
In debt by a couple of thousand
Youll have trouble announcing the words couple counselling
With my hands around ya jugular now sing!

CHORUS

Why dont you take me there
Why dont you take me there
With you I dont wanna go nowhere
Im happy right here

VERSE 3

Meet the parents Nah meet the fuckers beat ya brothers
With nunchukas shouting Ill always be the toughest!
See ya mothers eye browse raise like three feet above us
When she discovers that we are lovers
Got kids that run the street with muggers, peter suffers
Anita Doug is in need of crutches and little Rita stutters
Spends the week with clubbers, we let her sleep with truckers
But were good parents Rita, heres a sheet of rubbers
Mummy youve no need to judge us
Hes my husband I love him please speak to Rukas
Fuck you Anita I aint good at meeting others
Ya daughter I treat her rough as I ought to but she recovers
You cunt you absolute cunt
But it aint like thats a new one
Sexy mum in law gimme ya Hands feel my dick
You know what I just crapped in my pants deal with it

CHORUS

Why dont you take me there
Why dont you take me there
With you I dont wanna go nowhere
Im happy right here