Well, I hope the friend you've thrown yourself with, he gets drunk and loses his job Every road that you travel on is dusty, rocky and hard I couldn't make you love me, you only made me blue So all in all, if the curtain should fall, Lord, I hope that it falls on you And I will have sweet, sweet, sweet little revenge I will have sweet, sweet, sweet little revenge Well, I hope that the train from Caribou, Maine, runs over your new love affair And you walk the floor from door to door and pull out your peroxide hair You never was my woman, because you never were true So all in all, if the curtain should fall, Lord, I hope that it falls on you And I will have sweet, sweet, sweet little revenge I will have sweet, sweet, sweet little revenge