The next time you come home with lipstick fresh from that blonde   Swearin' you've been at the office to twenty five past one   And you've worked like a slave all night tired to your bones   You'll be lyin' to the future ex-Mrs Jones   Well I don't expect an angel after all you're a man   But you run it in the ground and I'm a gonna break it all if I can   Yeah the next time you go out with her and you come a dragging home   You'll be looking at the future ex-Mrs Jones   [ steel ]   Well Jonesy boy now I'm not stupid that ain't red ink   I'm familiar with the color that's a hanky panky thing   I think the work you do at night you better do at home   You'll be workin' for the future ex-Mrs Jones   Well I don't expect an angel...   You'll be looking at the future ex-Mrs Jones