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