Stitch That (country & Western Version) Lyrics - Chumbawamba

So this husband came home drunk each night 

And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white 

He thrashed her to within an inch of her life 

Then he slept like a log, did her husband 

But as he lay and snored in bed 

A strange idea came into her head 

So she went for the needle and she went for the thread 

And straight to her sleeping husband 

She started to stitch with a girlish thrill 

With a woman's art and a seamstress' skill 

She pinned and tucked with an iron will 

All around her sleeping husband 

When her husband awoke with a pain in his head 

He found he could not move in bed 

'Sweet Christ, I've lost the use of me legs' 

But his wife just smiled at her husband 

Then she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue 

With a frying pan and a colander, too 

With a rolling pin just a stroke or two 

A battered and bleeding husband 

Isn't it true what small can do 

With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two 

He's wiped his slate, his boozing's through 

Goodbye to a drunken husband 

Kick out the jams, motherfucker