(Rod Stewart / Savigar Cregan Grainger). Can I introduce myself. I'm a man of panache and wealth. Sound in mind body soul and health. Why I wanna kill my wife. I have the urge to take her life. Been planing for years to get rid of her. Not divorce I really do mean to kill her. She's so full of useless information and trivia. That's why I wanna kill my wife. I have a duty to take her life. Her stupid friends get right up my nose. They all wear annoyingly sensible clothes. They're all so bleeding grandiose. You know why I should kill her friends. They're all driving Mercedes Benz.. He'll escape down into Mexico. Sell the house and find a nice young girl. He'll laugh and sing and he won't work anymore.. Should I string her up or strangle her in bed. Suffocate that little venomous head. Or perhaps I'll just whip her to death. Listen do me a favor kill my wife. Do it for mankind take her life. Or should I act quite cold and deliberate. Or maybe blow out her brains with a bullet. They'll think suicide they won't know who done it. I'm gonna kill my wife I'm really gonna take her life.. He'll escape down into Mexico. Sell the house and find a nice young girl. He'll laugh and sing and he won't work anymore. The moment of truth has come. I'm at the point of no return. I've got my hands locked round her throat. I'm about to kill my wife. Don't stop me now I'm gonna take her life. Too late now I'm gonna kill my wife. Can't help myself I'm gonna take her life. Telephone rang and he woke from his sleep. His wife snoring soundly next to him. It was all a very nasty dream.