The Tatler - Billy Bragg

Whenever you find a man

That loves every woman he sees

There’s always some kind of woman

That’s putting him up a tree

Well that kind of man he ain’t got

As much sense as a mule

You know every woman don’t love you

They’re just playing you for a fool

Ooh, oh no

It’s not hard for you to understand

True love can be such a sweet harmony

If you do the best that you can

If you marry the wrong kind of woman

And you get where you can’t agree

Well you just as well forget your plan

Let that woman be

But a man ought to make a good husband

And quit trying to lead a fast life

Going around dressing up other women

Won’t put clothes on his own wife

Ooh, oh no

It’s not hard for you to understand

True love can be such a sweet harmony

If you do the best that you can

Well there’s lots of good women want to marry

And they want to live well at home

But they’re 'fraid they might get hold of some rowdy man

Can’t let other women alone

And there’s lots of good men want to marry

And they want to live well at home

But everytime they turn their back there’s a man there

Asking, «Darling, is he gone?»

Ooh, oh no

It’s not hard for you to understand

True love can be such a sweet harmony

If you do the best that you can

True love can be such a sweet harmony

If you do the best that you can