(Difford/Tilbrook) 



He's taking her away    

He's acting like a general   

Generally his game is so familiar   

He wants her to play    

With a toaster and a kettle   

While he spends his day    

Miles from the prisoner   

She reads the stars he reads the sun    

No wonder his IQ is below 21   



He's helping her to see    

How happy she is looking   

Take it that he'll be    

No icing on her cake   

O how happy she would be    

If someone did the cooking   

He's helping her to see    

How a marriage can be baked   



Baked like a cake but without the file    

The tool that she needs to make her life worthwhile   



She's not a prisoner alone doing time    

To love and to cherish for all of her life   

To have and to hold, to lock up inside    

What can this man know about her heart   

To love, ‘til death do us part   



He's looking everywhere    

She is nowhere to be found   

And suddenly he cares    

His dinner's looking burnt   

There's a smell in the air    

There's a prisoner in town,    

He sits down in his chair    

His face fills with concern    

Concerned that he might not eat tonight    

She's broken out of jail and run for her life