She's a worky ticket I bought her a King cone  and she woudn't lick it  she wanted the chocolate one but when I got there  they'd all gone.    [Chorus:]  yeah she's a worky ticket everywhere we go  Worky ticket  leaves me standing in the rain  and freezin in the snow  Worky ticket everywhere we go  Worky ticket, worky ticket...    sent me up the pub for 20 L and B  but when I got back all she did was yell at me  she was sittin watchin Charles Dichens on the box  what's that funny smell ya better go and wash yer socks  I couldn't bear it could not take it any more  grabbed me coat and me hat and slipped out of the door    [Chorus]...  [Guitar Bit]    She's a little worky ticket I bought her a watch and  she wouldn't fit it  I fixed if meself, it smashed upon the shelf  It doesn't fit, never mind...    [Chorus]