We had one for sorrow two for joy
Three for his old girl and four for the boys
Five for silver and six for gold then we lose control
Because he's too drunk to drive his car
We're on the backseat of this taxi
And I don't know where the hell we are
But I wish you were here
Twisting my arm
And bending my ear
Whispering grass don't tell therese
Sister rantzen or her majesty's police
I'm terrified intoxicated starry eyed and bollock naked
Child bearing adult rated
Thoroughly reducated
We had one for sorrow two for joy
Three for his old girl and four for the boys
Five for silver and six for gold
Then we lose control we lose control
I leave his chick drive his car
He's too drunk to drive his car
We're on the backseat of this taxi
But I don't know where the hell we are
But I wish you were here
Twisting my arm
And bending my ear yeah