Father's very noisy with his vines
Says there all the same, it makes you sick
Need a bleeding boot up their behinds
That would bloody shift them double quick

Father drops his toffee after tea
all them monkeys sprouting their advice
Bleeding bloody berks, believe you me
Twenty times as much for half the price

Into the kitchen, mother (mother)
The kettle's got a hard-on
You can't call this dripping
It hasn't got no lard on (father)
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Father's in the khazi half-an-hour