Chris Moyles - The Boy Does Plenty Lyrics
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The Boy Does Plenty
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What Are The Lyrics For The Boy Does Plenty By Chris Moyles?
I've got a bird who gives me grief,
And I don't know what is her beef, 'Cos everyday she's on the 'phone, Wanting to tell me off and moan, I've got a bird that I can't please, And now I feel I'm on my knees, The situation's got so bad, I'd rather be out with the lads! Does she shut up? Never shuts up, Does she nag me? Yeas, she always nag me, Will it let up? It never lets up, Do this, Do that all day long! Does she shut up? Never shuts up, Does she nag me? Yeas, she always nag me, Will it let up? It never lets up, Do this, Do that all day long! Oi, girl, what's wrong now? You've had a face on at me and acting like a cow, I'm just real sick of all these rows, You're doing my head in so I'm off into town! So, Bye, Bye! Have a nice day! I'm out for my lunch, And won't be back 'till 8, Does she shut up? Never shuts up, Does she nag me? Yeas, she always nag me, Will it let up? It never lets up, Do this, Do that all day long! Does she shut up? Never shuts up, Does she nag me? Yeas, she always nag me, Will it let up? It never lets up, Do this, Do that all day long! |
Who Wrote The Boy Does Plenty By Chris Moyles?
Alesha Dixon, Brian Higgins, C. M Williams, Jason Resch, Kieran Jones, Miranda Cooper, N Coler, Tim Powell
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What's The Duration Of The The Boy Does Plenty By Chris Moyles?The duration of The Boy Does Plenty is 3:45 minutes and seconds. |
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