Blood Or Whiskey Wack For A Widdle Lyrics

Wack For A Widdle Lyrics

As I get home at 6AM gone out to work all day 



With me boots on me feet and me cap on me head 



In bed I would I could stay 



Cause I'm too old to spend my time shifting sods and clay 



And the wife won't give me what I want cause I'm so old and grey 



For a wack of the widdle a widdle a wack 



A widdle a wack all day 



For a wack of the widdle a widdle a wack 



I'll widdle my life way 



As I get home from saving the hay my arms and legs do say 



Sit down you drunk put your arse on the stump and get stuck in the tea 



With the wife on me back and the kids all brats screaming in my ear 



Go on you old git you're full of shit you won't last out the year 



Well I'd seen it all my cup was full and I walked out the door 



And I sold my house and I sold my land and I never saw them no more 



Now I lie all day in the Spanish sun with a girl on either side 



If I'd have stayed I'd never get laid it's there I would have died