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I'm burning your 'ouses down as soon as I'm back from Marbella, you slag

Yeah, I'll 'ave another couple of pints of Saint Ella

The national drink of Essex, urrrggh

He wasn't the marrying kind

He had mayhem in mind

As we so often find

Beer money, it's wonderful stuff

But you're knackered if there isn't enough

She's worked up a hell of a thirst

She was careful at first

But the evening was cursed

It's always a drink and a fight

Or you haven't had your Friday night

Hey, hey, a hell of a day

Stella married Charlie

They were doing okay

They're coming up for trial on the seventh of May

Take my cash and throw it down the drain

Stella and Charlie got married

Two weeks and a place in the sun

You can do it in one

Well, it's gotta be done

Gets boring, but spend enough time

And you cease to really see it as a crime

Saint Ella, a couple of grams

You'll be well on your way

You can pass your exams

No money, you've given the lot

To the parish of the cold and the hot

Hey, hey, a hell of a day

Stella married Charlie

They were doing okay

They're coming up for trial on the seventh of May

Take my cash and throw it all away

Stella and Charlie got married