Future Ex-Mrs Jones lyrics

The next time you come home with lipstick fresh from that blonde Swearin' you've been at the office to twenty five past one And you've worked like a slave all night tired to your bones You'll be lyin' to the future ex-Mrs Jones Well I don't expect an angel after all you're a man But you run it in the ground and I'm a gonna break it all if I can Yeah the next time you go out with her and you come a dragging home You'll be looking at the future ex-Mrs Jones [ steel ] Well Jonesy boy now I'm not stupid that ain't red ink I'm familiar with the color that's a hanky panky thing I think the work you do at night you better do at home You'll be workin' for the future ex-Mrs Jones Well I don't expect an angel... You'll be looking at the future ex-Mrs Jones