The seven-year itch has come for the middle class father to some

Castle built from sand and stone Is now crumbling into the dust

Evening time has come

Tuck the children in and steal the sun

Execute the plan, make no mistakes

Should we just refrain or start again?

Love is relative

But are relatives so loved that a father or mother won't take a sister or brother

Cut bait and move on?

Carry on

Let no man put asunder

I'm gonna love you 'till you're six feet under

For seven years, bitch and moan

And coming through the door, following on

Take the time to bond and play before a tired mind gets to unwind

Evening time has come

Tuck the children in and steal the sun

Execute the plan, make no mistakes

Should we just refrain or start again?

Love is relative

But are relatives so loved that a father or mother won't take a sister or brother

Cut bait and move on?

Carry on

Let no man put asunder

I'm gonna love you 'till you're six feet under