My husband is a criminal ,despite that he is dead
He  tied a silk tie on my leg and it was blue and red
A policeman asked me what was up,I said  it got me down
My husband was a social worker ,now he’s God’s own clown

I went to bed to have a rest but he kept calling me
I never realised up to now that dead men still drink tea
He wants to know how Emile is, he wants to speak to Dave
I said I should have buried you, because he has no grave

I keep his ashes in the front so he can look  outside
In fact he’s so remarkable that noone knows he’s died
He leaves me money on the floor, he leaves me handkerchiefs
That is very helpful on  the days I’m filled with grief

I cried just once,I cried just twice, and then I cried all day
My nose was red as were my eyes, my hair looked like wild hay
No other man can look at me or  he will punish them
The only answer is my dears, to be a lesbian