what did i do wrong?
 oh you nearly drove me cuckoo
 am i really all that bad?
 you're worse than hannibal lecter, charlie manson, freddy

 why are we still together?
 oh i can't leave you till you're dead f
 you mean till death do us part
 i mean like cyanide, strangulation or an axe to your head
 it was lucky for us i turned the radio on
 they say that music soothes the savage
 there was something in that voice that stopped us seeing red
: the two of us would surely have ended up dead


 i've never thrown my knickers at you
 and i don't come from wales
 still haven't solved our problem
 you mean we hate each other's guts
 still wanna poison your
 and i still wanna cut off your
 i phoned the marriage guidance
 i tied the phone line round your
 i'm sick of all this hatred
 well that'll be the arsenic making you sick
 you were about to drive me over the edge of a cliff