Fat Kelly's Teeth

Fat Kelly's teeth
 The spaces between all the towns,
 Is where I lay my sweetheart down.
 The spaces between her cruellest insults is where I stopped being faithful,
 The gaps between Fat Kelly's Teeth,
 Distract my eyes from her body,
 And as she pulls me to the floor,
 I don't feel that guilty,
 My trousers are below my knees,
 And her skirts above her waist.
 But in the cold sober light she's not nearly so pretty,
 But if I drink more gin her grace might return.
 My sweetheart don't know,
 And I sure won't tell her that fat Kelly's teeth have bitten chunks out of me,
 And what was I thinking of when I went home with her,
 She had sympathy, she had cigarettes,
 Now they've all disappeared,
 Between her teeth, between her teeth.
 And I always forget, how quick the rot sets,
 And now that the sun sets, I must go home,
 I don't feel regretful, I don't feel ungrateful,
 Even though I'm unfaithful I don't feel that bad