You broke my heart, when you broke my comb
Tell me why did you do it, why didn’t you leave it alone
You burnt my brylcream, what a nasty thing to do
You spilt my Pepsi, but I still love you
You borrowed my flick knife, and then you went and threw it away
You scratched all the records at the ton up café
You beat up my father, ‘cause my mother she’s too tough
But it’s time that I told you, that enough is enough
What have you done with my winkle pickers
They’re the only ones I have
Where’s the bicycle chain that I lent you
Oh babe you’re making me mad
Tell me when we’re gonna be married, so I can take you off the streets
All your friends can come to the Wedding but they mustn’t slash the seats
Oh wont you give me your answer, and let me meet you at the rail
You and I will be together, just provided I get bail
