Lyrics

It's that time of year It's time to go abroad It's time to go on holiday and visit Betty Ford's Get some beers right down my neck In the end, right out of my head I can't take it, I'm not pure But Betty Ford's will have the cure (Alcohol) at Betty Ford's (Alcohol) at Betty Ford's (Alcohol) at Betty Ford's (Alcohol) at Betty Ford's (Alcohol) at Betty Ford's (Alcohol) at Betty Ford's (Alcohol) at Betty Ford's (Alcohol) at Betty Ford's Who has failed? Who wins the sorrow It's a matter of the way you are It's cost me loads of money Money I could have blown On buying loads of heroin And smashing up grannies hotness But now I've been to Betty Ford's Nearly all my life I'm going to copy Uzzy And go and kill my wife
Writer(s): Peter Lee, Christopher Wayne Parkes, George Christopher Washington Flint, Steven Nesfield, Gavin O''malley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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