I walked into the night's head,
but sustenant my belly
There was a fit crack in the corner butt,
and you
were gone a-smelling
She smelt of rotting fish heads,
and old and crispy sick
Said her name was Charlotte and she wanted some me dick
Now lad,
times are hard and it's nearly closing time
I'll put a bag on her head and I'll beg on me nose
And I'll grommet through the slime
Charlotte is the biggest * in Mac
She'll do anything but get you in the sack
With her legs spread wide she opens up her
Speggy's a lie, just lying on her back
Well we walked along up Buxton Road and strolled along the cut
She said, give us a niche and I'll take a yard
So I slammed her up her foot,
got me act up a skirt
Cos I'm a Mac lad,
and I knew just what for and do
I got me hand inside and then me arm
inside I lost it right up to me tattoo
Charlotte is the biggest * in Mac
She'll do anything but get you in the sack
Coffee, *** and Johnny Vax come free
Soda drops and herpes and BD
Oh Charlotte
And we ended up at her place And I waded through the Johnny's
She put another notch in her bedstead While I watched the two Ronnies
Charlotte is the biggest * in Mac She
lies in wait and then she springs her trap
She's always got foot,
take the upper hand And you are what you drink and I'm a bitter man
Charlotte