The children are playing up again,
And the wife is looking
harassed,
I had to buy cheap meat,
Because the bills are
still rolling in,
I haven't had a boys' night out for so
long,
I'm starting to think it's a dream.
The boss is in a
foul mood these days,
He's under pressure to make a bigger
profit,
And his and my job are definitely on the line,
The
two clerks are on sick leave,
And this report is due in
tomorrow,
The phones haven't stopped all morning,
As
creditors start to panic about their profits,
I'm starting to
think it's a dream.
My friend's in the doghouse again,
He
stayed out late moaning his lament,
Into some beautiful blonde
lady's ear,
While his children at home asked "Where's
daddy".
I've got to go to the bank for another
overdraft,
Because the money well has gone dry,
And I still
owe my life's wages,
On the mortgage for the house,
Oh, I'm
starting to think it's a dream.
Summons through the door as the
poll tax office,
Get fed up waiting for my payment,
The
wife's gone hysterical as the kids' childminding,
Costs us more
and more.
Good Lord, dreams can't be made like this,
Give
us father's a break!
Posted: 2007-06-25 22:09:12