(Difford/Tilbrook)
I had the rug pulled from under my feet
But I didnЎЇt feel a thing
I canЎЇt believe the luck I seem to have
And the joy that good luck brings
When I die IЎЇll return as a housefly
And land upon her wall
So I can see who sheЎЇll end up with
If itЎЇs 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 weЎЇre wicked and cruel
Shut up, listen to the radio
I canЎЇt help feeling IЎЇve been stepped on
She likes to kick like a mule