There was a man who would pick up some girls
On his way back from work, walking down the street
But did you know? He once had a good wife
Gather round, let me sing you a tragedy

There was a time where it was with his wife
Waltzing circles in the living room, rather bold
And then it changed when a friend went to him—
Gather close, let me tell you what he was told

‘Oh dear, my dear, I fear you see it here
Well, you can’t believe, won’t believe, not a single thing!
Oh dear, my dear, I think the one you wed—she is here.
A brand new man by her side!’

Merry, merry, drink to this!
A lady and her husband, torn apart!
Judging, judging from the look
I wouldn’t guess that they’ve fallen so far

Merry, merry, what a tale!
Let’s do it one more time, lads, give a shout!
Judging, judging, what I see
I wouldn’t guess they find any way out

A warm welcome with open arms
Covered in the blood of a mistake too soon
A knowing glance of fear is shared
Pray he never knows where his wife did go

There was a ma’am who would hide in the dark
Waiting for the usual time, with a man to meet
But did you know? This wasn’t her plan
Gather round, let me weave you a comedy

There was a time when her husband came home
And she played the role of loving wife so perfectly
Could you believe anything could go wrong?
Gather close, let me recite a fairytale

Merry, merry, drink to this!
A lady and her husband, singing songs!
Judging, judging, long ago
Perhaps they loved each other all along

Merry, merry, what a tale!
Let’s do it one more time, girls, song and dance!
Judging, judging, what I know,
If only they had given it a chance

‘Dear, oh dear, I fear I see it here.
Well, I don’t believe, can’t believe, you know how I feel?
My friends, the strain of being split apart, so you see,’

Dear, this friend, he also had a wife
Then she never was seen, never was heard, til they saw her blood
And he, oh he, he opened up his arms, here he comes
Their final hour is at hand

Merry, merry, drink to this!
A lady and her husband, torn apart!
Judging, judging from the look
They never loved each other from the start

Barely, barely standing up
It’s far too late when someone’s ripped apart!
Trudging, trusting, final steps
I wouldn’t guess that they’ve fallen so hard

And the rain keeps beating down on them
Red on black goes well with them
Tragedy, it’s tried and true
Pour your tears out for these two