Sueleen (G. Kooymans/B. Hay) 1976 Contraband

Sueleen, tell me a secret Sueleen, you shouldn’t be hidin’ things away from me
Don’t you know I’m King Jealousy and I can’t forget the snapshots I’ve seen

Well the next time ‘round, I’m gonna chain you down
I’ve had enough weekends of vacant double-beds
You better tell that mother, don’t push the kid no further
One day when you’re swimmin’ in the moonlight with your beau in the Gulf of Mexico
I’ll come ridin’ in on the surf and I think I’m gonna teach that pervert

Sue me sue me Sueleen on me, baby I love you like no other
Sue me sue me Sueleen on me, you always did it better
Sue me sue me Sueleen on me, don’t wanna talk to no lawyer
Sue me sue me Sueleen on me, whatever they say please don’t bother

Don’t scream D.I.V.O.R.C.E. Sueleen, I must have been momentarily insane
The night I raised my cane Sueleen, little darlin’ born to be driftin’

You’re my livin’ proof, but you’re on the move
Don’t you understand that I had my revenge
The night I got that rocker, I knew I’d risk the locker
And pay for your swimmin’ in the moonlight with a beau in the Gulf of Mexico
I’m here on the floor, wondrin’ who the hell I did it for

Sue me sue me Sueleen on me, baby I love you like no other
Sue me sue me Sueleen on me, you always did it, did it better
Sue me sue me Sueleen on me, don’t wanna talk to no doctor
Sue me sue me Sueleen on me, how about gluing it back together
How about gluing it back together Sueleen