Glad you're gone,
I realise my love for you was wrong,
And i wish you were dead, glad you're gone,
I'll be cleaning up your shite,
Hoping you wont come back for life.

Then i'll find the girl for me,
And she wont catch crabbes from me,
And she'll feel right at home,
Sitting eating our nachos.

And i'll let her stay round my house,
If you come back she'll slap your mouse,
This song doesnt make much sense,
But i wrote it cos i like the gents. (?)