I found out this morningnThe uncle that I was mourningnWas living off the insurance in South AmericanI found out this morningnJust as the day was dawningnWhen I saw his suntanned photograph in the papernI found out this morningnThat I'd been led up the path againnLed up the path again.nnI found out tonightnYou're not the woman I wantnYou're not the woman I was looking for or thought I'd foundnI found out tonightnYou're married with three little kidsnAnd a great big husband who weight liftsnI found out tonightnThat I'd been led up the path againnLed up the path again.nnShe must have seen me comingnI must have looked as though I was runningnEverybody takes me for a foolnShe must have laughed until she criednShe must have laughed until she diednEverybody takes me for a foolnIt's so uncool.nnI'll find out tomorrownThat I was the cause of sorrownThat my mother and father had to get married the day after I was bornnI'll find out tomorrownThat just like the mark of ZorronThat I have a name that suits my personalitynI'll find out tomorrownThat I've been led up the path againnLed up the path again.nnI'll find out tomorrownThat I've been led up the path againnLed up the path againnLed up the path again.