Note to a former friend and his wife

Your unfriendly attitude (and this ain't no platitude) 

I tell you quite clearly, mate, it's making me sick.

It's just not acceptable, 

I'm not just a vegetable, 

It hurts and I feel it, mate, it cuts to the quick.

So here's what I'm telling you, 

It's me that's expelling you, 

And you and your bloody wife

Are now given the flick. 

And next time you're feeling low, and think that it's time to go, don't bother to let me know, I couldn't give a fat rat's clacker.