Don't stand a chance

Without romance

Keep the graveside warm for me

Ever since you shot through

I've crooned for you



Because the woman who loves you

Is the woman, you need, need to hold

But the woman, who loved me

Well she's dead - wow ohoh!



Without her charm

Arm in arm, lovers lane would be just a memory

Because the woman who loved me

Well she's dead



Well I wanted to buy her a diamond ring

And I wanted to buy her the kitchen sink

You know I wanted to buy her everything

See how she wobbles from side to side

See how she wobbles my lovely bride



Meet me wife, she's true to life, I love her

Yes I do, pushing daisies six feet down beneath her

Now me hair is falling out

And there's not much room to doubt

Life has left me cold

Ninety five and getting old

That's half the story told



Because the woman who loves you

Is the woman, the woman you need, need to hold

But the woman, the woman, who loves me,

well she's dead, dead, yeah yeah...



(*spoon solo*)



Oh how we danced, and when she glanced

Then I, I knew she cared for me

Ever since you've been gone, it's been so very long

Because the woman who loves you

Is the woman you need, need to hold

But the woman, the woman who loved me

Well she's dead, dead to the world

She's dead to the world, yeah!



Originally compiled by Douglas Davey, 1993.

All corrections appreciated (Email to dld1@waikato.ac.nz)