Текст песни Fly in the Ointment - Ian Dury

Fly in the ointment, stain on the character
Dust in the wainscot, hair on the gate
Bee in the bonnet, ash on the waistcoat
Flake on the shoulder, crack in the plate
Eye on the clock, fat in the belfry
Head in the sand, kick up the arse
Smudge on the collar, ant in the paint
Flea in the ear, snake in the grass
I thought that you loved me
Cause that's what you said
Glove on the table
Hat on the bed
I thought that you loved me
You were taking the piss stick
Out of the frying pan
Into the mystic
Ruck in the carpet, gap in the market
The open umbrella that waits in the hall
An old bit of gum with nowhere to park it
Soldier of fortune, ear on the wall
I thought that you loved me
Cause that's how I felt
Kick in the bollocks
Under the belt
I thought that you loved me
Now I know I'm a prude
I wish through the window
Upon the new moon
Knot in the hanky, rat on the landing
Little bit hanging, pain in the bum
Mind your own business, only one standing
Wrong side of the bed, terrible hum
I thought that you loved me
Cause that's what you said
Glove on the table
Hat on the bed
I thought that you loved me
You were taking the piss stick
Out of the frying pan
Into the mystic