Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Third Party, Fire and Theft, artist - Momus. Album song Monsters of Love, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 17.08.2021
Record label: Cherry Red
Song language: English
Third Party, Fire and Theft |
| I’ve got a good track record |
| For taking the hurdles blind |
| Off at the crack of dawn with Virginia on my mind |
| I’m the man they call upon to drum up a thousand pounds |
| Lately Ginny can’t raise me ready |
| For the country roads inside her dressing gown |
| Any day now the adulterer will arrive in my suburb |
| Knock at the door with a pretext to enter my Habitat house |
| There are black cats in the sheets, I’ve been anticipating trouble |
| Next thing you know he’ll be sweeping the ash from the sack |
| Next thing you know he’ll be giving her |
| A piece of his mind on her back |
| Sweeping the ash from the sack |
| Isn’t it good to know |
| You’ve got third party, fire and theft? |
| We used to be a well-matched wrestle |
| Used to set the bed on fire |
| But I got high cholesterol and Virginia low tar |
| In the mirror I’m managing director |
| The bedroom’s plant and staff |
| The only thing in line for promotion though |
| Is Virginia’s derisory laugh |
| Any day now the adulterer will arrive in my suburb |
| Knock at the door with a pretext to enter my Charles Church house |
| There are Number 10s in the sheets, I’ve been anticipating trouble |
| Next thing you know he’ll be sweeping the ash from my sack |
| Next thing you know he’ll be giving her |
| A piece of his mind on her back |
| Sweeping the ash from the sack |
| Isn’t it good to know |
| You’ve got third party, fire and theft? |
| Last call for the cock of the walk |
| He’s first in line for the fist |
| But cuff-links don’t suit fisticuffs and I can’t afford to sprain my wrist |
| So limp and pale from the wear and tear |
| Of high-powered, hard-nosed lives |
| Me and my ilk write him fat blank cheques |
| On our naked, waiting wives |
| Any day now the adulterer will arrive in our suburbs |
| Knock at the door with a Durex to enter my Laura Ashley wives |
| The Marlboro Man’s intervening in the sheets, anticipating trouble |
| Next thing you know he’ll be sweeping the ash from the sack |
| Next thing you know he’ll be giving us |
| A piece of his mind on our backs |
| Sweeping the ash from the sack |
| Isn’t it good to know |
| You’ve got third party, fire … |
| … And theft |
| Next thing you know he’ll be sweeping the ash from our sack |
| Next thing you know he’ll be giving us |
| A piece of his mind on our backs |
| Sweeping the ash from the sack |
| Isn’t it good to know? |