I Met a Girl on Myspace

Oh, I got myself a myspace page
It really is the best
I logged into it t’other day
It said «new friend request»
It were from a lass from Lancashire
Her page had loads of hits
I saw the pictures in her profile
And she had absolutely massive…
Too-ra, loo-ra, aye
Too-ra, loo-ra, ayes
Too-ra, loo-ra, loo-ra aye
Too-ra, loo-ra, ayes
Break it down
I sent her instant messages
I posted on her blog
I said let’s meet in Wetherspoons
So we could have a snog
She said she had no transport
And so a lift she’d catch
And if I played my cards right
I’d get to feel her v-
Too-ra, loo-ra, aye
Too-ra, loo-ra, ayes (Get down wi' yer bad self)
Too-ra, loo-ra, loo-ra aye
Too-ra, loo-ra, ayes
Word to your mother
How is your mother?
We walked home from pub together
I even bought her chips
I kissed her on the doorstep
She said can’t you kiss me on the lips
We carried on our courting
But then I had a reet big shock
It turns out it wasn’t a girl at all
It were a fella, with a massive-
Too-ra, loo-ra, aye
Too-ra, loo-ra, ayes
Too-ra, loo-ra, loo-ra, aye
Too-ra, loo-ra, ayes
Aye
Internet women, reet’o