He gets lovely the more he's ill  don't o.d. on him now
 Dressed as a woman with horrible hair and singing to the birds in town
 Who goes walking through traffic out there  don't o.d. on her now

 Oh  is it true what they say about you?
 Oh  is it true what they say about you two?

 Married to me is a hungry son who wants to push me from the 2nd floor
 We're so disco we can't get on in this world anymore

 Oh, is it true what they say about you?
 Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

 Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag it's sadder than it probably sounds
 So fucking what if he's licking the bag, don't o.d. on him now

 Oh, is it true what they say about you?
 Oh, is it true what they say about you two