Go on! Get out! I don’t want you anymore.
You want the sofas? Take ‘em bitch. I’ll buy more.
But you never had the best of me.
Get gone and find some other place to stay.
Oh you want the house? Take it bitch. I’ll walk away.
But you never had the best of me.
Leave me alone and swat some other man-fly.
So you want to keep the kids? Fine, bitch. I’ll see ‘em by-and-by.
But you never had the best of me.
sing to the tune, “knick-knack paddywhack”
That old bitch, she played one,
she tried to fuck me in the bum,
with a knick-knack paddywhack poke with a bone,
that old bitch drove me from my home.
That old bitch, she played two,
she got a car all shiny and new,
with a knick-knack paddywhack poke with a bone,
that old bitch drove me from my home.
That old bitch, she played three,
she “sucks in bed” but comes for free,
with a knick-knack paddywhack poke with a bone,
that old bitch drove me from my home.
That old bitch, she played four,
It sure was sweet in her back-door,
with a knick-knack paddywhack poke with a bone,
that old bitch drove me from my home.
That old bitch, she played five,
she’s emotion’lly half-alive,
with a knick-knack paddywhack poke with a bone,
that old bitch drove me from my home.
That old bitch, she played six,
she made me rely on .mpeg flicks,
with a knick-knack paddywhack poke with a bone,
that old bitch drove me from my home.
That old bitch, she played seven,
now I live in “bald pie” heaven,
with a knick-knack paddywhack poke with a bone,
that old bitch drove me from my home.
That old bitch, she played eight,
she was selfish and always late,
with a knick-knack paddywhack poke with a bone,
that old bitch drove me from my home.
That old bitch, she played nine,
she did her worst, but I got mine,
with a knick-knack paddywhack poke with a bone,
that old bitch drove me from my home.
That old bitch, she played ten,
this here song won’t be sung again,
with a knick-knack paddywhack poke with a bone,
that old bitch drove me from my home.
