That Was No Lady That Was My Wife - Slade

Uh huh, Jack the Lad with his three-pieced suit on Likes to keep his three-piece clean

At the bar with his whistle an' flute on Chats to broads with his old routine

They say, who was the lady I saw you with last night … hey hey hey

Oh oh, that was no lady, you’re talkin' 'bout my wife … ow ow ow

Harry Rash with his fancy foot work — showin' off at the local dance

Givin' all the girls the glad eye — ain’t their type — he don’t stand a chance

Oh ho, who was the lady I saw you with last night … well oh oh Oh ho, that was no lady, you're talkin' 'bout my wife … well oh oh If she finds out, you know she's gonna kill me —

I'll be nowhere to be found

She’ll throw me out … Will somebody come an' save me — I’ll be hidin'

underground

get on … hey hey hey, yeah … oh … oh well ho Oh ho, who was the lady I saw you with last night … woh ho ho Oh ho, that was no lady, you're talkin' 'bout my wife … hey

hey hey

Woh ah, that was no lady, you’re talkin' 'bout my wife … oh ho ho

That was my wife … well heh heh