Well the dice that I roll
   never seems to land on six
   and that 48 card pack
   is short of some of my old tricks
  
   The horse I bet on all those years ago
   is probably still running round the track
   Like the marriage that I gambled on
   I'm due my money back
  
   We could've learned, we could've burned
   from the firework love ignites
   but that sparkler of romance
   it proved impossible to light
   If your country code or your green cross code
   It can leave a lasting mark
   History books have showed, follow safety code
   and stamp out your final spark
  
   Well the husband that I married once
   I should've kept him in a cage
   Kept him sitting waiting there
   to show the tortoise middle-age
  
   Cause you never back an animal
   that struggles on two legs
   I'd rather back a stray with three
   then one that sits up and just begs
  
   Milk will curdle, cheese go off
   expensive wine mature
   kids grow up, parents down
   husbands turn to tragic bore
  
   Receipts and life insurance all very well
   but don't fully cover hate
   So you can't return this idiot
   When he's past his sell-by-date