To think you could be sitting watching telly by the fire
Instead of being subjected to this,
Well, blame your partner; direct that flack at your partner
Though yes, I?ll accept I?m the focus of your ire.
Gail and Sonya have gone down town on a hen night
And they won?t be back until daylight, one assumes.
verse 2
This is like a dream you?ve dreamed you?d dream about one night
This is where you never want to be,
Hold your horses; we might play one you?ll relate to
A song you could even gyrate to in a while.
Ooh baby ? sue the dating agency maybe
They should have sent you Robert of Blaby, in his Merc (Blaby?s in Leicestershire).
Intro
Home sweet home; Facebook, Gogglebox, wine
Who?s Stuart Boam, and why?s he swimming in brine?
verse 3
Yes, of course I realise now we?re not your cup of tea
Even worse it?s late and you?re still here,
Mine?s a pint of Thatcher?s Entirely Blameless
And we shall forever be nameless, you and I.
Gail and Sonya, I think may have played a joke on ya
So by way of small consolation I decree: ? your ordeal is over here.