Flute intro

The footballer’s wife,
found the X factor hard.
Thought she had a green card,
then was caught off her guard.
Now she’s feeling let down,
so she ran underground,
under par.

Her marriage got wrecked,
when the man with the boots,
found a new goal to shoot.
On safari re-grouped.
Loved the African sun,
but Malaria’s no fun,
when you’re I.C.U. cooped.

Chorus
Was it high waisted twerp,
or executive serf
with the long knife?
Seems she’s being mistook,
for a Chewbacca struck,
by Hurricane Strife.

Guitar & flute

Will she make them all pay?
Seems her fee has now grown,
when they crawl down the phone,
rookie-wookie to snare.
Charging 2 mill to go,
on Brit X factor show’s,
one spare chair.

Chorus
Don’t get out of the Merc.,
U.K.'s got a new skirt.
Life is still shite.
The U.S. gangster and moll,
chose a pussey cat doll,
not the footballer’s wife.

Guitar & flute.