FOOLISH BEHAVIOUR (Rod Stewart / Savigar, Cregan, Grainger)
Can I introduce myself I'm a man of panache and wealth Sound in mind, body, soul and health Why I wanna kill my wife I have the urge to take her life
Been planing for years to get rid of her Not divorce I really do mean to kill her She's so full of useless information and trivia That's why I wanna kill my wife I have a duty to take her life
Her stupid friends get right up my nose They all wear annoyingly sensible clothes They're all so bleeding grandiose, You know why I should kill her friends They're all driving Mercedes Benz.
He'll escape down into Mexico Sell the house and find a nice young girl He'll laugh and sing and he won't work anymore.
Should I string her up or strangle her in bed Suffocate that little venomous head Or perhaps I'll just whip her to death Listen do me a favor kill my wife
Do it for mankind take her life Or should I act quite cold and deliberate Or maybe blow out her brains with a bullet They'll think suicide they won't know who done it I'm gonna kill my wife I'm really gonna take her life.
He'll escape down into Mexico Sell the house and find a nice young girl He'll laugh and sing and he won't work anymore
The moment of truth has come I'm at the point of no return I've got my hands locked round her throat I'm about to kill my wife Don't stop me now I'm gonna take her life
Too late now I'm gonna kill my wife Can't help myself I'm gonna take her life
Telephone rang and he woke from his sleep His wife snoring soundly next to him It was all a very nasty dream