Music: Loudon Wainwright
They got drunk last night
At a knockdown, drag out fight
She was determined and he saw it his way
He threw a tantrum and she threw an ashtray
They got drunk last night
How′s this for a "How do you do?"
He's unfaithful and she′s untrue
They're their own masters
They're their own bosses
They reserve the right to employ double crosses
How′s this for a fine
"How do you do?" ("How do you do?")
You′d need a chair and a whip
To control their relationship
("How do you do?")
Once they were lovers and practically best friends
Now he's into bondage and she′s into revenge
You'd need a chair and a whip
If one of them should die
I suppose that the other would cry
There′d be tears of sorrow
And tears of great grief
Or else there'd be tears of release and of relief
One of them should die