At the Castle

Yeah,  we’re on the piss again.
Girls gaggling at the pub,
while our guys are working shifts
Making wine & making grub.

We’re giggling like schoolgirls
But no-one’s fallen off their chair
So I dunno why they’ve speared us
With withered looks & frowning stares.

In the morning we’ll be Mummies, 
Wives & Cook extraordinaires,
Before we bolt t’ work to do our bit- and true,
I t’s more than our fair share…

So why look down your noses?
Our kids are clean & they are fed.
So YEAH we’re on the piss again,
But we aint bad,  we just aint dead.



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