Chumbawamba - Stitch That! Lyrics
So this husband came home drunk each nightAnd he thrashed her black and he thrashed her whiteHe thrashed her to within an inch of her lifeThen he slept like a log, did her husbandBut as he lay and snored in bedA strange idea came into her headSo she went for the needle and she went for the threadAnd straight to her sleeping husbandShe started to stitch with a girlish thrillWith a womans art and a seamstress skillShe pinned and tucked with an iron willAll around her sleeping husbandWhen her husband awoke with a pain in his headHe found he could not move in bedsweet christ Ive lost the use of me legs!But the wife just smiled at her husbandThen she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blueWith a frying pan and a colander, tooWith a rolling pin just a stroke or twoA battered and bleeding husbandIsnt it true what small can doWith a thread and a stitch and a thought or twoHes wiped his slate, his boozings throughGoodbye to a drunken husbandKick out the jams, mother*****er!Shhh
