I want you to tell me why you led with the Queen
Your stupidity was plain
I want you to know that since you led with that Queen
Something must have shorted in your brain

Think about the trumps we had
Within our hands to use
That good strategy that we were gonna play, if you'd
Led the jack, we would have won it
And we would be up a hundred
I'm so cheesed off I can't say

You may just as well have called no trumps - led a three
Tried to confuse them that way
I want you to know the meaning of strategy
Make them guess about which card you'll play

Think about the loads of fun
Before I partnered you
That ol' God of cards, he should not let you play, poor me
There's no chance that we can win it
Hand's worthless, may as well bin it
Told me you knew how to play

Told me you knew how to play
I've nothing nice left to say
I've nothing nice left to say
I've nothing nice left to say