Just because you're dyslexic,

Doesn't mean that you're not thick

We know you're not that stupid,

You'll marry someone rich

But you won't steal his watch

When you're down there near his crotch

That'll explain the itch,

You were such a lying bitch.



I know you sold my suitcase

Down in Kensington,

And you were screwing Ewan

When I wasn't in

Do it to me, you'll do it to him

Your friends just gave me grief

I will make this brief

You were such a lousy thief

You were such a lousy thief

But you were good in bed

You were good in bed

So good in bed



Now you tell my girlfriend

That I'll never change

And you've been up since Wednesday

Don't you find that strange?

Your ex-boyfriend is deranged,

You'll tell them down in Browns

Haven't been for years

It's full of coke and tears

Full of coke and tears

Full of coke and tears

But you were good in bed

Good in bed



(Glory Glory Hallelujah Glory Glory Hallelujah Glory Glory Hallelujah Glory Glory Hallelujah...)