She's a worky ticket I bought her a King cone
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and she woudn't lick it
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she wanted the chocolate one but when I got there
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they'd all gone.
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[Chorus:]
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yeah she's a worky ticket everywhere we go
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Worky ticket
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leaves me standing in the rain
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and freezin in the snow
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Worky ticket everywhere we go
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Worky ticket, worky ticket...
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sent me up the pub for 20 L and B
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but when I got back all she did was yell at me
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she was sittin watchin Charles Dichens on the box
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what's that funny smell ya better go and wash yer socks
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I couldn't bear it could not take it any more
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grabbed me coat and me hat and slipped out of the door
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[Chorus]</i>...
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[Guitar Bit]
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She's a little worky ticket I bought her a watch and
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she wouldn't fit it
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I fixed if meself, it smashed upon the shelf
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It doesn't fit, never mind...
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[Chorus]
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She's A Worky Ticket
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