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