I Can T Put My Finger On It lyrics

As Martin said to Xanthe
As they played with wooden toys.
`You may have Wendy`s playhouse,
But where the hell`s your boy?`

As Paul said to Fifi
As they eyed each other up,
You may have better plimpsoles
But you can`t pee standing up.`

And I`d like to take time to bite
Their neck and make it bleed
Or maybe I could cut holes in their
Daddy`s Harris Tweed

Chorus:
And I can`t put my finger on it
Maybe it`s something in their food
And I can`t put my finger on it
All I know Christ would`ve sued.

As Sharon said to Jamie
As they sat down for a chat
`If you think I`m cooking dinner,
Well, prepare to eat dead rat.`

As Debbie said to Alex
As they held hands in the park,
`How comes you wear Rupert Check
When you think you`re so hard.`

I should`ve done his Land Rover
To let him know I`d been,
Instead I wrote `F` off`
On the dirt across his screen

Chorus.

I wish I`d let them know I was here
A drop of arsenic in the wine,
Sulfuric acid in the beer.
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