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 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 stitch with a girlish thrill With a woman's art, and a seamstress' sk** She pinned and tucked with an iron will All around her sleeping husband Husband awoke with a pain in his head He found he could not move in bed "Sweet Christ, I've lost the use of me legs!" Wife just smiled at her husband Three, six, nine, he drank wine He got hooked by a stitch in time She broke, he got choked, and they never went to heaven in a little row boat Clap clap, clap clap Clap clap, clap clap She thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue With a frying pan and a colander too With 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 stitch, and a thought or two? He's wiped his slate, his boozing's through Goodbye to a drunken husband Kick out the jams, motherf**er!