(Difford/Tilbrook) 



I had the rug pulled from under my feet  

But I didn't feel a thing  

I can't believe the luck I seem to have  

And the joy that good luck brings  

When I die I'll return as a housefly  

And land upon her wall  

So I can see who she'll end up with  

If it's anyone at all  

Did I say that  

How could anyone be so wicked and cruel  

I sat and listened to the radio  

A landscape of moving noise  

She was busy looking through the curtains  

Her nose in a distant void  

Then I thought I would come back as a spider  

Because she hates them so much  

They get sprayed down the bathroom plughole  

Can I expect the same touch  

Maybe not then  

Because beneath it all we're wicked and cruel  



Shut up, listen to the radio  



I can't help feeling I've been stepped on  

She likes to kick like a mule  

Did I say that  

How could anyone be so wicked and cruel  



If I come back as her would I love me  

How could anyone be so wicked and cruel  



She likes to think I'm a fool  

Two fools in love  

How could anyone be so wicked and cruel