I was urging to see you when I heard you were returning on Saturday,
I just got paid and could affort to take you out to eat,
Every once in a while I'll get done up in the classy way,
That you don't deny you prefer I try always to be,
But I think you're running around again on me.
There's some forboding in the tone of the telephone that is ringing for you,
And I know that you're home but you've decided that you're not answering,
And there is something about how you say you're going out but don't mention with who,
And how you just got a few new big words in you vocabulary,
And I think you're running around again on me.
And you're not subtle babe, and being a cuckhold babe's embarrassing,
It's like being a bull in a strap with a tack in your ass,
And all I can do is to try to think who is this man you're seeing,
And why oh why this sort of thing comes to pass.
And sooner or later I'll be no stranger to Jack and Jim,
And asking the Good Lord what I did to deserve this deceit,
And in sorrow regretting the image I am getting of you shagging him,
And driving around town in his new red Ferrari,
'Cause I think you're running around again on me.