Should I betray you to Charlene?
She doesnt know the things Ive seen
She must still think youre Mr. Clean
Just like the man she wed
Should I betray you to your spouse?
The wife who waits back at the house
She doesnt know that youre a louse
Thats not the man she wed
She doesnt know the deals you make
The throats you cut, the vows you break
To buy up some old ladys stake
Quick before shes dead
She doesnt see your oily smarm
You pour on in the place of charm
When youve got some shopgirl by the arm
Steering her into bed
That virgin forest you chopped down
To build another ugly town
Ill tell your wife you bribed them 'round
To back your plan instead
But perhaps she doesnt want to see
The heel that you turned out to be
Thats why, shell take a gin or three
To drive doubts from her head
While shes working hard enough
With housework, kids, and all that stuff
Youre out there with some bit of fluff
Cruising on the Med
She thought the leopards spots were paint
She thought shed turn you to a saint
Kept hoping, though the hope grew faint
That you were better bred