Man With Two Surnames Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

When I ask you where you've been 

You look suicidal 

One day I'm gonna lock you in a room 

With a bed that creaks and a bible 

Gonna wait til the wallpaper cracks 

I asked you for the truth 

We mean different things by that 

Maybe my attitude was lax 

But oh honey, I want you back 

To back with the guy 

Who couldn't lie 

About circumstances extenuating 

A little bird told me you've been mating 

Said nothing 'bout a man with two surnames 

Said nothing 'bout a man with two surnames 

How come you sold your new flat 

Can't you pay the rental 

Or maybe possessions mean nothing at all 

When you're getting transcendental 

Gonna make you an offer you can't resist 

Try to refuse me eye to eye 

It'll mean a good deal 

But not a goodbye 

I'll let you off the day I die 

Til then and there's no knowing when 

You look real good in his blue Ferrari 

Like Sylvia Kristel, Mata Hari 

And I'm haunted by a man with two surnames 

I'm driven round by a man with two surnames 

Get your name stuck on his windscreen 

Barclaycard and Visa 

I'll think of a girl I knew back when 

Said money could not please her 

Is his name double-barreled like my gun 

Or does he have a pseudonym for fun 

I'm stunned by your logic of all for none 

Maybe he's a rich man's number one son 

But he's made me number two 

No credit to you 

I'm sitting here freezing in this cold overdraft 

Last time I phoned you 

You both laughed 

And I'm haunted by a man with two surnames 

And I'm haunted by a man with two surnames 

And I'm haunted by a man with two surnames 

Get him off my back