Hey, Joe, are you mad?
What’s that gun doing in your hand?
Hey, Joe, angry at something?
Or did you have to much to drink?
I couldn’t even turn my head for a second
Without my wife dragging some guy to bed
I made up my mind, bought a gun
Made a jealous scene, turned and run
Grabbed our savings, headed south
To by myself a better spouse
Sanela, Sanela, you didn’t love me at all
Sanela, how good was that other fella?
Sanela, Sanela, I hope you die by salmonella!