Lyrics: Another Man's Laundry (hanging on your line)

When i called around this morning you weren't home
When i telephoned this evening some man picked up the phone
We pledged our love as sun set on the old Vic Berry's bridge
But it turns out you're a lying two-faced double crossing bitch

'Cos there's another man's laundry on your line
Boxers in your basket, and none of them are mine
Your freezer's full of meat, which is something you don't eat
There's another man's laundry hanging on your line

Well I saw his car parked in your parking space
And I looked up at the window and saw your pretty face
Through tears i realised that our love had been ignored
As you ironed out his Levi's on that cheating ironing board

'Cos there's another man's laundry on your line
Boxers in your basket, and none of them are mine
Your freezer's full of meat, which is something you don't eat
There's another man's laundry hanging on your line

Go and fetch the sheriff, i won't put up a fight
Because i did an evil thing when i saw you there last night
I crept into your backyard, saw my rival sipping wine
So i strangled him right there and then with that good old washing line

'Cos There's another man's laundry on your line
Boxers in your basket, and none of them are mine
Your freezer's full of meat, which is something you don't eat
There's another man's laundry hanging on your line

Well, tonight you'll hear the jangling of my spurs
As i am dangling from that gibbet yonder on the square of fifth and nine
And my ghost, so they say, will appear there every day
Yes i'll be there, like that laundry hanging on your line

'Cos there's another man's laundry on your line
Boxers in your basket, and none of them are mine
Your freezer's full of meat, which is something you don't eat
There's another man's laundry hanging from your line