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,
I'm gonna get right out of my head,
I can't help it, I'mnot pure
But Betty Ford's will have the cure.
Alcohol, at Betty Ford's
It's cost me loads of money,
Money I could have blown,
On buying loads of heroin,
And smashing up grainies hortnes
But now I've been to Betty Ford's
Nearlt all my life,
I'm coing to copy Uzzy,
And go and kill my wife.
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