She was the perfect woman,
she were 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 sloppable ass
Well now she's into barbecues and wine bars
Oh,
I used to go out with her Cos she cooked me all me meals
Miss Macclesfield
Then one day she made it big When she won Miss Macclesfield
She married an Italian just cos he were posh
And the honeymoon in Brussels and he played
her bitter squash
Next she wed an ale baron who come from Lancashire
But he wasn't rich,
he were just another Wigan peer
Oh,
I used to go out with her 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 her beats and one day she'll come back
Cos she knows that all the real men live in Mac
She'll tell me that she loves me and she hated living with toffs
So I'll slip her a length and then I'll tell her
* off!
I used to go out with her Cos she cooked a nice bitter grub
Miss Macclesfield She may have been a beauty queen
But I'd rather go down the pub
Miss Macclesfield
Miss Macclesfield
Miss Macclesfield