(Man Is) The Biggest Witch of All Songtext
von Paul Heaton + Jacqui Abbott

Come away with me
Come away with who?
The man who let me down, down, down
Or the one who loved me true

The man who promised me that he′d love me 'til the very end?
Or the one I caught in family bed wearing?
Wearing my best friend
Ooh, wearing my best friend

Same if they′re Marios'
Same if they're Pauls′
Same if in his business suits
Or worker′s overalls

Women, keep your heads up through the pubs and clubs he trawls
For man is the biggest bitch of all

Run away with me
Run away today
Taxi to the airport
And get me on the way


Beggars can't be choosers and you′d think by choosing you
Better than some poor old beggar holding
Holding bowl in queue
Holding bowl in queue

Same if they're Marios′
Same if they're Pauls′
Same if in his business suits
Or worker's overalls

Women, keep your heads up through the pubs and clubs he trawls
For man is the biggest bitch of all

As he flashes photos of her to his mates
And tells his sniggering pals she's took the bait
His Facebook status stays it′s smelly place

Same if they′re Mohammeds'
Same if they′re Pauls'
Man is the biggest bitch of all

So you look into the eyes of the partner′s that we've vouched
You know we′ve found our loves like single gloves
Down back of couch, oh
Down back of couch


Same if they're Marios'
Same if they′re Pauls′
Same if in his business suits
Or worker's overalls