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