Father's very noisy with his vines

Says there all the same, it makes you sick

Need a bleeding boot up their behinds

That would bloody shift them double quick



Father drops his toffee after tea

all them monkeys sprouting their advice

Bleeding bloody berks, believe you me

Twenty times as much for half the price



Into the kitchen, mother (mother)

The kettle's got a hard-on

You can't call this dripping

It hasn't got no lard on (father)

(father)

(father)

(father)

(father)



Father's in the khazi half-an-hour