I’m sick of being true to love –
I’ve seen it all before,
I love her, she kisses me, goes gallivanting
out the door
Barely a bye of her hand
she’s off, she says, to meet her friends,
always a colleague, she has, in town,
and that’s how my evening ends
I’m not being true to love no more,
I’m getting up and going out,
paradise myself a suit, and shimmy
my hips about –
I’m not being true to love no more,
sick of being faithful –
I’m gonna get bonny up one of them clubs,
grab myself an eyeful –
I’m gonna get bonny up some dark alley
spoil my gut with a trifle –
fray my anger with a tottering hooker
lose my love to a lurching loser
grab at the moon to get up from a boozer
raise myself to splash back to the river
I’m sick of being true to love
she’s off out again on the town
what hurts the most
i know she knows
one morning when she comes in
when I’m awake all night
with a pot of coffee ready
one morning when she comes in
and she pats my head, says, I love you,
and she means it, but I know she knows,
one morning when she comes in
when I’m awake all night
with a pot of coffee ready,
and this is what hurts the most,
I know she knows,
I know she knows,
one morning when she comes in
I’ll keep my rifle steady,
I’ll keep my rifle steady,
you’re not leaning it away this morning, love,
there’s a pot of coffee ready
you’re not leaning it away this morning, love,
don’t try to pat my head,
one of us is gonna die
and the other’s gonna end dead
one of us is gonna die
and the other’s gonna end dead
I’m sick of being true to love –
I’ve seen it all before,
I love her, she kisses me, goes gallivanting
out the door
Barely a bye of her hand
she’s off, she says, to meet her friends,
always a colleague, she has, in town,
and that’s how my life ends
(David McLintock)