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Number seventeen Normal St in Normalville It's the house of normal Bruce and Narelle It's a party, a Saturday and happily They're celebrating their seventh anniversary Her best friend - Shazza did her hair today Dress supplied by K-mart on lay away Neil Diamond's distorting on the stereo Bruce is burning the bangers on the patio Narelle's spinning from all the G and T's she's sunk Everybody's happy, everybody's getting drunk Footy mates in the corner are talking cars Life's good at a party in suburbia Go Narelle, Narelle, Narelle girl you give it hell Narelle, Narelle, Narelle, Narelle yeah you give it hell So, cut to later the party is really hot Narelle remembers that there's something that she forgot She needs Bruce, she's looking for him everywhere She wants Shazza to help her tidy up her hair And then she finds them down behind the potted plants Shazza's got her hand down Bruce's pants She goes pale and still, she drops her drink, she cannot think And Bruce and Shaz, they separate - testiculate But she is blind, she only sees adultery The hurt, the rage, that's her man - betrayed And Shaz a mess, her breasts are coming from her dress She covers them - Narelle attacks - a violent femme They fall onto the bangers on the barbecue They roll around, the ugly fight has drawn a crowd The tearing hair, potato salad in the air The rip, the dress, meringue is crushed in all the mess With chips and cream and words obscene The shame, the pain, the beetroot stains Go Narelle go Narelle go Narelle girl you give it hell From Letras Mania