I love to moan - Just whinge and groan - That's what I always do; And then complain To be a pain - I do it just for you! And in return, you nag at me Then prattle on in ecstasy - Throwing dishes at my head, ‘Til it's time to go to bed. When morning comes we start again: You set about me with your cane, Thrashing wildly as I scream, 'Oh Darling you are such a dream! ' 'Tis all good fun, these little fights, Those nasty spats and rowdy nights, The 999's and plaster cast - Our squabbling sure is Unsurpa**ed!