Lyrics:

What did I do wrong?
Oh you nearly drove me cuckoo
Am I really all that bad?
You're worse than hannibal lecter, Charlie Manson, Freddy Krueger

Why are we still together?
Oh I can't leave you 'till you're dead
You mean 'till death do us part
I mean like cyanide, strangulation or an axe to your head

It was lucky for us I turned the radio on
They say that music soothes the savage
There was something in that voice that stopped us seeing red
The two of us would surely have ended up dead
You stopped us from killing each other - Tom Jones, Tom Jones

You'll never know but you saved our lives - Tom Jones, Tom Jones
I've never thrown my knickers at you
And I don't come from wales
Still haven't solved our problem

You mean we hate each other's guts
Still wanna poison your
And I still wanna cut off your
I phoned the marriage guidance

I tied the phone line round your
I'm sick of all this hatred
Well that'll be the arsenic making you sick
You were about to drive me over the edge of a cliff