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The future Mrs. Heaton Won't need a Wonderbra She'll be basking on a sun lounger Smoking fat cigar The future Mrs. Heaton Won't trouble herself with bills She won't need no alcohol Or constant flow of pills She'll be turning up at bingo With her mates in flashy car Losing at the slot machines But eating caviar I'll make sure that I'll love you Like the star you actually are Not like all those broken promises Or this beaten-up old car Or when your head's in your hands now And your nose down on the bar I'll be your White Russian king And I'll rescue you like Tsar The future Mr. Abbott SongtexteWon't have to go to bank He'll lean right back, he'll drink a beer And Mrs. Abbott thank The future Mr. Abbott Troubled, he'll be not With all the kisses and all the loving Mrs. Abbott's got Our voices will fill the air With conversation and good song And rarely will we disagree And never will we wrong I'll make sure that I'll love you Like the star you actually are Not like all those broken promises Or this beaten-up old car Or when your head's in your hands now And your nose down on the bar I'll be your White Russian king And I'll rescue you like Tsar The future Mrs. Heaton Won't go out in high heels She'll go out in her stockinged feet Exactly how she feels I'll make sure that I'll love you Like the star you actually are Not like all those broken promises Or this beaten-up old car Or when your head's in your hands now And your nose down on the bar I'll be your White Russian king And I'll rescue you like Tsar... Aus Songtexte Mania