I bit The Bullet,

but I didn't bite the secretary.

 

The Bullet ran the phone factory,

to hire and fire was his game.

I was just a humble employee

caught in The Bullet's aim.

I never knew his real name.

 

I bit The Bullet,

he put his finger too close to my head.

I bit The Bullet,

now he's lying in a hospital bed.

 

The Bullet always hated me,

for what I don't know.

Every time that damn phone ring,

he say I pick it up too slow;

he say I answer much too slow.

 

The Bullet came around one day

while I talk to my bookie.

Unauthorised use of the phone, he say,

you can have your P60,

you can get it from the secretary.

 

Reflexes got the better of me,

but we all reap what we sow.

To lose is bitter but revenge is sweet,

there's just one thing before I go

"I been shagging your secretary".

 

I bit The Bullet,

the secretary speaks in my defence.

I bit The Bullet,

and she swears it was an accident.