Fancy a big house   Some kids and a horse   I can not quite, but nearly   Guarantee, a divorce   I think that I love you   I think that I do   So go on mister, make Miss me Mrs you.      I love you, I love you, I love you, I do   I only make jokes to distract myself   From the truth, from the truth.      Fancy a fast car   A bag full of loot   I can nearly guarantee   You’ll end up with the boot      I love you, I love you, I love you , I do   I only make jokes to distract myself   From the truth, from the truth.   I love you, I love you, I love you , I do   I only make jokes to distract myself   From the truth, from the truth.