Fancy being wrapped round an arsehole like you who stole my youth and my beauty too.
fancy being wrapped round a big baboon, it’s wouldn’t be so bad if you danced to my tune.
I fed you and clothed you, stroked you and soothed you, yet still you acted like a mad man and fool.
Black eyes and blood, abuse and misuse,
and what did I gain, oh nothing but pain,
you really were a bloody great oaf.
So I’ll see you in hell where they’ll ring a big bell
proclaiming to all that you took a big fall
as I threw you out with a mighty great shout
“Over here Mr Officer he’s hiding without”.
I danced on our bed, I drank all your beer.
I ate all the bacon, and now I am queer
with a mighty big cheer I shout to my lover
“Sue I’m here.”