My back’s against the wall
The future’s looking bleak
It’s going to be a close call
I think I’m up the creek

I’ve been held for a ransom
I’ve got looks that could kill
Dark, tall and handsome
To pay someone’s bill

I was a fool to stuff a blonde
They’re always short of bread
Despite the waving of my wand
She put a gun to my head

Then she passed me the ‘phone
And said ‘This is your life’
So who’s out there who wants to buy ?
I think I’ll dial the wife.


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