It was in the spring of 1978 Little did I know that soon I would have a sore twat I know now I should not have tempted fate
Nasty little pills and other things I've had to use these drugs one can't abuse I never really trust them three months I tried but it was hard to lose
'cause you've been rather spiteful
Darling you've diseased me I thought you did not care You never tried to please me I was just a bunk-up for you to get your spunk up as things went it really wasn't fair
But soon I will be better the doctors say to me the medicine's seem to work and I know you will agree and soon from imperfections you'll be free
'cause you've been rather spiteful