A butterfly in the sitting room Sudden sneezing overhead Dragonflies skim the swimming pool The dog is barking to be fed And it won't be long 'til we get the news Though I'll soon be gone I'll be the sucker who's always had the most to lose when we get this news Pheasants scatter, rabbits flee a car departing in the rain On the flight path a 747 Round the bend a rocky lane And it won't be long 'til we get the news Though I could be wrong I bet I'm the one who's left with the tears and the telephoned threat who'll always be the most in debt when we get the news Baby, baby, did I ever tell you that I worked out where I went wrong?