I recognise my darling by his dancing He wares tight jins like Elvis Presly His hat he wares like a gangstar His shoes are always luxuries with shine Oh, why, oh, why, oh, why, my darling Oh, why I fell in love with you Before I never, never knew it And now I suffer days and nights You left, you left me, oh, my darling You driving bloody taxi in Christchurch [bad word] he'll never, [bad word] back He left his photografs behind [bad word] [bad word]