© Mick Martin

We’ll call him heartbreak Harry though his name is really Pete.
A rugged, handsome fellow and his nature really sweet.

Now people think this yarns a stretch but others say its true
That Harry loved a shiela who lived out in Humpydoo.

But Harry was not lucky, Shiela liked to play the field.
He lost his heart to Shiela poor old Harry’s fate was sealed.

He bought her all the trinkets, all the rings and bracelets too,
she gave him all the stories and he thought each one was true.

Till one day, out in Humpty Harry met a bloke he knew
who told him that his Shiela was in love with, quite a few!

Deflated, harry pondered what on earth he ought to do
out there where he was living, he was feeling mighty blue!

An honest decent fellow, Harry told it to her straight.
He called her for a liar and he marched her out the gate

But Shiela, what schemer, through her lawyer got his house.
She thought she’d done a swifty and her deal she thought was grouse.

Dejected, sad, reflected Harry left with just one buck
and bought a lotto ticket, he could use a bit of luck.

Two million dollar winner! how his life would change that day.
Tomented, now demented, Sheila’s house began to sway.

While Harry lived the high life, no more Sheila in hot pants.
The house she stole? infested by two million termite ants.