SOMEONE’S GONE AND STOLEN MY ART

Someone’s gone and stolen my art,
Nicked the whole lot, and it’s broken my heart.
Someone’s gone and ruined my life,
Not just my art but he’s stolen my wife,
Taken her off, where I don’t know,
What do I do? Where can I go?

In a house that is small,
All I had was my art, now it’s gone and I’ve got bugger all.
Until he came along,
I was happy enough painting nudes (though I knew it was wrong),
Counting the ways that I wrote a song.

But let me tell you now,
Someone’s taken all that I had,
Leaving me broke, it’s no wonder I’m mad.
Someone ought to go and watch out,
If I get near he’ll see what I’m about,
I just can’t wait to give him what’s due,
Punching his face till he’s black and blue.

I’m going to find the bugger who did this,
I’m going to go and make it my business,
Oh yeah yeah yeah.
I don’t care if it takes me a lifetime,
For when I do for me it’s the right time,
Every night, yeah, every day,
I’ll find him though my hair’s going grey, yeah,

And maybe, just maybe,
Someone’s taken all that I had,
Leaving me broke, it’s no wonder I’m mad.
Someone ought to go and watch out,
If I get near he’ll see what I’m about,
I just can’t wait to give him what’s due,
Punching his face till he’s black and blue….