Thewhitesettler’s Weblog

Ah wanna go wi’ Britney, but Herself will nae let me.
She says if ah go wi’ Britney, that she’s gonna hit me.
Oh ah wanna go wi’ Britney, but my wife willnae let me
Oh no Oh me Oh my.
Ah think she’s in a muddle, and she jist needs a wee cuddle
Ah think I’m the man tae show her fun, but my wife willnae let me gie’ her one
Ah think she’s in a bit o’ a pickle, and needs a wee bit o’ slap’n'tickle
Ah wanna go wi’ Britney, But my wife willnae let me
She says if ah go wi’ Britney that she’ll throw me oot, and hit me.
Oh ah wanna go wi’ Britney but my wife willnae let me
Oh me, Oh my.
Ah’ll get ma leather troosers, and show her a’ the boozers
Ah’d even shave ma heid, but widnae touch the weed
Ah could dry all her tears, that poor lass Britney Spears
Ah jus’ wanna comfort the lass, but my wife will gie’ me a kick up ma ass
Oh ah wanna go wi’ Britney, but my wife willnae let me.
Ah wanna go wi’ Britney, but ma leathers dinae fit me
Oh ah wanna go wi Britney, just wan kiss, if she’ll let me
Oh ah wanna go wi’ Britney, but my wife said she’d hit me
Oh no, Oh me, Oh my.
A jist wanna comfort the wee lassie, ah think she’s awfy sassy
Ah luv that Britney Spears, fur her ah’d shave ma ears
Ah wanna go wi’ Britney, but my wife willnae let me
Ah wanna go wi’ Britney Spears, Ah’ve fancied her fur years’n'years
Ah wanna go wi’ Britney, but George W Bush willnae let me
Oh no, Oh, me, Oh my.