This is the song I never wrote for you
I know I said I would
Couldn't bring myself to start it then
But maybe now I should
Didn't need to write it then
When I was by your side
That's the irony of love, my dear
I never even tried 

It begins with how I fell for you
Saw myself in your eyes
I should have known how that would lead
To my own sweet demise 

When they said,
"He's going to get his [bad word] head kicked in,
"He's going to die in a [bad word] loony bin!"
Darling, oh, darling... 

This is the song I never wrote for you
I know I said I would
It might have turned out differently
If things had worked out good 

By your side the music rose
My heart would leap and bound
And the chilling feeling that maybe I
Could lose what I had found 

Then the hate, and hurt, and poisoned tongues
Ran out across the town
And then I guess the music stopped
When you were sleeping 'round 

"He's going to get his [bad word] head kicked in,
"He's going to die in a [bad word] loony bin!"
Darling, oh, darling... 

This is the song I never wrote for you
I know I said I would
It makes no sense to start it now
It won't do any good 

Without the mutter(?) in my ears
My hangovers subside
You know I could have married you
I suppose we never tried 

Not going to get my [bad word] head kicked in
Not going to die in a [bad word] loony bin
Darling, oh, darling...