Red and blue and mauve and green,
Jade and quartz and tourmaline,
Anything to keep you away from other men;
Shirts and skirts and crinolines,
Silken robes and denim jeans,
But you just gave me vodka, and some cognac now and then.
Even though I wasnít rich,
I tried to scratch your every itch,
Many times I asked, "Is this enough for you, my love?"
Your usual response to which -
You lying, scheming, thieving bitch -
Was just to give me vodka and yell, "No, itís not enough!"
The money came perpetually,
It fell on you torrentially,
Banknote after banknote, emeralds and gold;
I played it safe, essentially,
But still got caught, eventually -
Now, for a quarter-century, my lifeís been put on hold.
Know that I intensely loathe
You and all your stupid clothes,
Youíre the only reason why Iím wearing white and black;
Screw you and your sacred oath,
Screw you and your mother, both!
Live the way you want to - I am never coming back!