Martin Newell - Stella and Charlie Got Married lyrics

I'm burning your 'ouses down as soon as I'm back from Marbella, you slag Yeah, I'll 'ave another couple of pints of Saint Ella The national drink of Ess**, urrrggh He wasn't the marrying kind He had mayhem in mind As we so often find Beer money, it's wonderful stuff But you're knackered if there isn't enough She's worked up a hell of a thirst She was careful at first But the evening was cursed It's always a drink and a fight Or you haven't had your Friday night Hey, hey, a hell of a day Stella married Charlie They were doing okay They're coming up for trial on the seventh of May Take my cash and throw it down the drain Stella and Charlie got married Two weeks and a place in the sun You can do it in one Well, it's gotta be done Gets boring, but spend enough time And you cease to really see it as a crime Saint Ella, a couple of grams You'll be well on your way You can pa** your exams No money, you've given the lot To the parish of the cold and the hot Hey, hey, a hell of a day Stella married Charlie They were doing okay They're coming up for trial on the seventh of May Take my cash and throw it all away Stella and Charlie got married