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.