Each plug is clogged with your long dark hair
There's half eaten pastries in the frigidaire
Cigarette butts in coffee cups and more
My nerves are shot I wait for you at night
Them boys will fuss and they will fight
In the moot pursuit of any cause
But I'm as happy as a clam
Shaky as my hands
However long you're back home my baby
However long you're back home
Haters street
(???)
I don't buy white bread or any brown liquor
It's organic fruit stamped by the picker
That shit is expensive so's the electrickery bill
Hairdryers straighteners lesser appliances
Ballache strains on meagre finances
However long you're back home my baby
Eeeh!
Howsabouts fish fingers and two flutes to fill?
My perambulent Madame
However long you're back home my lady
However long you're back home my baby
However long you're back home my baby
