Henry's Songbook

Well today when I woke up the bed was empty
Your teeth were missing from the glass upon the chair
I thought that you'd got up to make the breakfast
And when I'd go ben the kitchen you'd be there
Then I found the note you'd left me in my piece-box
Saying, you wanted to get away without a fuss
That's something you must have read in the Woman's Weekly
'Cause it doesn't happen to the likes of us

I blame the whole thing on those stupid stories
Where a doctor gives a nurse's heart a tug
But how the hell could you run away with a butcher
Especially a lousy butcher like big Shug?
You say that Shug's a good man and I'd like him
That's another line you took straight out the book
I hope his pork gets swine vesicular fever
And all his rotten mince falls off the hook

Our life together did not have much passion
I was used to you as you were used to me
But now you're gone it hurts me kind of funny
Like the pain in a space where a bad tooth used to be
Oh Agnes, please come back to me I need you
I need your smile, your greeting face and all
But most of all I need the colour telly
That you took with you the day you shot the craw

ben - into; greet - cry;
shoot the craw - run away, elope

(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)