Polly’s tiring
Jack the lad is climbing up again
And she’s been hiding
Behind the iron and the washing up when
He walks in
Says his overalls are never clean enough
This dinner’s cold
The floor is dirty woman clean it up
Sha la la lah
Then it all falls down
Sha la la lah
Then it all falls down
She’s been drinking
Gin and tonic in the afternoon
It’s got her thinking
Silly thoughts about going back to school
At a makeup party
She tries the latest deep red lipstick gloss
He says she’s tarty
Woman you will never be what you are not
Sha la la lah
Then it all falls down
Sha la la lah
Then it all falls down
He takes the throne
Just like his father did
Well it’s his home son
You haven’t worked until your hands have bled
He sees colours
Red and black and white and black and white and red
She feels colors when the lights are down
Not a word is said
It’s not so easy living on your knees
It’s not so easy when you just live to please
Take a stand now and vent your spleen
This dirty laundry just won’t come clean
These words written with Dave Kenny
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