Unaccompanied - Harvey Andrews

The hooter wakes me up to face the day again

I wish that it would bloody go away again

Monday’s bad, and Tuesday’s worse, Wednesday, Thursday, just a curse

But Friday’s payday, fill the purse, and pray again.

My wife she’s growing round the waist, we’re wild again

The priest gives thanks that we’ve been blessed with child again

After five I said 'no more', I’d never touch her, that I swore

But the priest says that’s what loving’s for, beguiled again.

They’ve moved us to this bloody block of flats again

Before we’d been here long we had the rats again

The kids play on a piece of scrub, we haven’t even got a pub

But the priest he’s formed a social club, rush mats again.

They built a special factory for work again

Said 'it's a great job for you, don’t shirk again'

I stand around and tighten screws, and dream about a glass of booze

Whichever way you turn, you lose, a berk again.

The car’s packed up, I can’t afford repairs again

But the company’s paid dividends on shares again

The bloody telly’s on the blink, and something’s blocked the kitchen sink

But the boss’s mistress earned her mink, upstairs again.

The Thirties are a memory for Dad again

He tells me it can never be that bad again

But from Jarrow and from Clyde they’ll come, with silent hearts and muffled drum

We want the cake, and not the crumb, we’re mad again.