My baby, she insylts all my friends,
This lady, with islands to defend
My baby, she rules our house with force,
She plagues me, I wish I could divorce

Playing football with my feelings,
Making mince-meat of my friends
Divorce is far too good for you,
It's death that us must part, Honey,
Oh for these ten long years to end

My baby, I never tried to wed,
Someone held a shotgun to my head
And lately I've little cause to smile,
Ever since she goose-stepped down the aisle

My baby, she walked out in the end,
Basically she'd shafted all her friends
But major peace without her won't be found,
Till my sweetheart's rotting underground