King George Street - Squeeze

She left in the middle of the night with the kids

Wrapped in a blanket with a packet of crisps

Heading for her mother’s on another estate

The kids looked up at the light and the rain

In the middle of the night

Such adventures made

For two little kids

Staying up late

It was rainy and windy

As winter was bleak

At four in the morning on King George Street

She couldn’t get to sleep, where on earth had he gone?

The door opened wide and the light went on

He was drunk as a lord with a tyre marked hat

Falling in the hall on top of the cat

Singing viva espana

To a crying wife

He took a swing at the shade

On the light

They were knocking on the door

Dressed like refugees

In the pouring rain on King George Street

She won’t have that behavior

In her house anymore

He’s got to sober up or get kicked out of the door

Down on the corner, the kids at his feet

As Daddy comes home on King George Street

As Daddy comes home

They stood around the kettle and watched as it brewed

Sneezing into hankies hands all blue

The next evening he came around to the house

With a bunch of flowers;

they locked him out

He peered through the window

Mouthed words in the air

Her lips to a cup

She saw him out there

The kids came running

But were they happy to see

Their Daddy back home on King George Street?

Their Daddy back home on King George Street