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chumbawamba - stitch that (country & western version) lyrics

a husband came home drunk each night
and he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white
he thrashed her to within an inch of her life
then he slept like a log, did her husband
one, two, three, four
a husband came home drunk each night
and he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white
he thrashed her to within an inch of her life
then he slept like a log, did her husband
as he lay and snored in bed
a strange idea came into her head
she went for the needle and she went for the thread
and straight to her sleeping husband
she started to st-tch with a girlish thrill
with a woman’s art and a seamstress’ skill

she pinned and tucked with an iron will
all around her sleeping husband
husband awoke with a pain in his head
and found he could not move in bed
‘sweet christ i’ve lost the use of me legs!’
wife just smiled at her husband
thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue
with a frying pan and a colander, too
a rolling pin just a stroke or two
a battered and bleeding husband
isn’t it true what small can do
with a thread and a st-tch and a thought or two
he’s wiped his slate, his boozing’s through
goodbye to a drunken husband
one, two, three, four

- chumbawamba lyrics

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