He rang me up , oh what a diatribe
I am the monster dwelling in the deep
I feel lucky still to be alive
He raved,he ranted, did our worlds collide?
I am the evil witch , he gets the creeps
He rang me up , oh what a diatribe
I hope the Lord will not with him abide
I relive the tumult in my sleep
I feel lucky that I am alive.
I know I ought to take him in my stride.
If only my knee joints had never creaked.
He rang me up , what is a diatribe?
I went to Southport just to take a ride
Do the donkeys on the sands still speak?
I feel blessed that I am now alive.
I know many people that will shriek
As we rarely see a duck when we feel bleak
He rang me up , oh what a diatribe
I think he has a monkey in his mind
