There are many different people,

Livin' double lives.

One for the office,

And one that they take home to their wives.

He sits in the armchair, watching channel 4,

With his brains not expected home for an hour or more.

He's still drifting to and fro, like a yo-yo.



His wife is in the kitchen, fixin' her old man's tea

She's thinking to herself,