Baby, beat me in
Baby, beat me out
Baby, beat me any way she can she beat me all about
Baby, do me in
Baby, do me out
Baby, do me any way she can she do me inside-out
I'm just a victim of domestic violence
I'm just a layabout, you're just a housewife
I'm just a victim of domestic violence
I'm just a layabout, you're just a housewife
Baby, kick me in
Baby, kick me out
Baby, kick me any way she can she kick me all about
Baby, punch me in
Baby, punch me out
Baby, punch me any way she can she punch me inside-out
I'm just a victim of domestic violence
I'm just a layabout, you're just a housewife
I'm just a victim of domestic violence
I'm just a layabout, you're just a housewife
Baby, shake me in
Baby, shake me out
Baby, shake me any way she can she shake me all about
Baby, smack me in
Baby, smack me out
Baby, smack me any way she can she smack me inside-out
I'm just a victim of domestic violence
I'm just a layabout, you're just a housewife
I'm just a victim of domestic violence
I'm just a layabout, you're just a housewife
Release notes:
All lyrics & music by Bri Jnr. & Tico Jnr.
Bri Jnr. timidly purports:
Lyrically, this ditty could pass for the most anti-climatic Christmas Day episode of EastEnders ever. This is sung from the perspective of a dole-dossing layabout house-husband who mis-interprets his wife's reassuring pats on the head and words of encouragement to improve his circumstances as 'domestic violence'. What a confused soft lad he is.
Anyway, the subject matter inspired one of our heaviest dittys to date. The chorus chord sequence is one of my finest, each of those 12 chords coming at you like a bull to a red rag. Or like Sid James chasing Barbara Windsor.
Tico clearly enjoyed producing this one, putting my vocals through a cheese-grater to extraordinary results. I genuinely think Tico has it in himself to be the greatest record producer since Pete Waterman, he knows how to make a song shine in the studio.
Tico Jnr. snides:
Wee Bri wanted this to go like a little waltz, I wanted grindcore, so we met in the middle.
This numero induced a lot of thought, but we wanted it to be simple and a real hoot. I for one envisaged we'd play this while opening the 'Butch Feminists Gala Awards Ceremony'. I think I was quite foolish. Of course - all feminists are butch. Silly.
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