I thought you said that you'd phone me this weekend,   Cause at the weekend the phone calls are cheaper.   You left a note but I did not read it,   I threw it away.   I took a tube to the west end of London,   To see a friend who I'd almost forgotten,   He gave me hope that I still hadn't lost you,   I threw it away.      I thought that you belonged to me,   That we were meant to be.      I thought you said that every so often,   We had a love that was better unspoken,   But you, you fool, you fool, you lose.      Fat Kelly's teeth            The spaces between all the towns,   Is where I lay my sweetheart down.   The spaces between her cruellest insults is where I stopped being faithful,   The gaps between Fat Kelly's Teeth,   Distract my eyes from her body,   And as she pulls me to the floor,   I don't feel that guilty,   My trousers are below my knees,   And her skirts above her waist.      But in the cold sober light she's not nearly so pretty,   But if I drink more gin her grace might return.   My sweetheart don't know,   And I sure won't tell her that fat Kelly's teeth have bitten chunks out of me,   And what was I thinking of when I went home with her,   She had sympathy, she had cigarettes,   Now they've all disappeared,   Between her teeth, between her teeth.      And I always forget, how quick the rot sets,   And now that the sun sets, I must go home,   I don't feel regretful, I don't feel ungrateful,   Even though I'm unfaithful I don't feel that bad