The Fridge

I didn't mind you balling Jack in our sack Behind my back But to take the fridge which held the beer That was low, even for you dear Now I hear you've dumped Jack, in favour of Mark Everybody knows, he’s a nark And what about the beer Is it true, Mark the nark was shot in the dark Now you're with Joe The price of beer, it’s shocking you know Heard the news, heart attack, poor Joe, and at the point of blow Way to go Joe, the beer will flow Is it true, Joe’s hardly dead, and you’re away with Fred My god, I'm drinking myself dead Oh no, surely not Fred, he was in his prime Time gentlemen please, time Well that sobered me up You’re living with Mary, quite contrary That's it, you've crossed the line I'm the laughingstock in the Rose and Crown You have finally pushed me over the ridge For Christ sakes woman Keep the bloody fridge.