Little Miss Blister
And her dog ugly sister
Not the kind of girls you’d take home to your mum
Not the kind of girls you’d show to anyone
Not the kind of girls you’d introduce to dad
He’d be so sad, you couldn’t bag a fit one
Where have all the fit ones gone?
What happened to the fit ones?
Face like a bag full of broken spanners
All her teeth have been smashed with hammers
You can’t make an omelette without cracking eggs no
You can’t have a riot without cracking heads so, oh
Little Miss Blister no, no
Little Miss Blister no, no, no
Little Miss Blister and her dog ugly sister
Oh Little Miss Blister
And your dog ugly sister
Not that I should say, you shouldn’t have your fun
Not that I should laugh so much at anyone
Do all that you want and you won’t feel sad
Do anything mad, but don’t regret it later
Don’t do what anyone makes ya
Don’t keep repeating mistakes yeah
Face like a bag full of broken spanners
All her teeth have been smashed with hammers
You can’t make an omelette without cracking eggs no
You can’t have a riot without cracking heads so
Little Miss Blister no, no
Little Miss Blister no, no, no
Little Miss Blister and her dog ugly sister
