The Ballad Of Narelle

Number seventeen Normal St in Normalville
It's the house of normal Bruce and Narelle
It's a party, a Saturday and happily
They're celebrating their seventh anniversary
Her best friend - Shazza did her hair today
Dress supplied by K-mart on lay away
Neil Diamond's distorting on the stereo
Bruce is burning the bangers on the patio
Narelle's spinning from all the G and T's she's sunk
Everybody's happy, everybody's getting drunk
Footy mates in the corner are talking cars
Life's good at a party in suburbia
Go Narelle, Narelle, Narelle girl you give it hell
Narelle, Narelle, Narelle, Narelle yeah you give it hell
So, cut to later the party is really hot
Narelle remembers that there's something that she forgot
She needs Bruce, she's looking for him everywhere
She wants Shazza to help her tidy up her hair
And then she finds them down behind the potted plants
Shazza's got her hand down Bruce's pants
She goes pale and still, she drops her drink, she cannot think
And Bruce and Shaz, they separate - testiculate
But she is blind, she only sees adultery
The hurt, the rage, that's her man - betrayed
And Shaz a mess, her breasts are coming from her dress
She covers them - Narelle attacks - a violent femme
They fall onto the bangers on the barbecue
They roll around, the ugly fight has drawn a crowd
The tearing hair, potato salad in the air
The rip, the dress, meringue is crushed in all the mess
With chips and cream and words obscene
The shame, the pain, the beetroot stains
Go Narelle go Narelle go Narelle girl you give it hell