Fancy a big house

Some kids and a horse

I can not quite but nearly

Guarantee a divorce

I think that I love you

I think that I do

So go on mister make Miss me Mrs you

I love you I love you I love you I do

I only make jokes to distract myself

From the truth from the truth

Fancy a fast car

A bag full of loot

I can nearly guarantee

You'll end up with the boot

I love you I love you I love you I do

I only make jokes to distract myself

From the truth from the truth

I love you I love you I love you I do

I only make jokes to distract myself

From the truth from the truth