Here Comes My Wife

Well here comes my wife
And that’s the story of my life
She haunts me though she don’t want me
She follows badly, in disguise
But it’s not hard to recognise her, ‘cause she’s crying!
She looks like dyin’ on me

Her father’s rich, I think a millionaire
But money doesn’t make him better
It just makes him better to be there
So, you can tell him that its quite alright
No no, it’s quite alright with me

Well here comes my wife
And that’s the story of my life
She haunts me though she don’t want me
She follows badly, in disguise
But it’s not hard to recognise her, ‘cause she’s crying!
She looks like dyin’ on me

See that shadow dancing on the floor
She’s coming up behind!
How I’d love to tell her she’s a bore,
But I tell her that it’s quite alright
No, no, it’s quite alright with me

Well here comes my wife
And that’s the story of my life
She haunts me though she don’t want me
She follows badly, in disguise
But it’s not hard to recognise her, ‘cause she’s crying!
She looks like dyin’ on me
Ooh ooh