While you’ve been busy in the kitchen

To your cooking style

Showing off to those neighbours

Your home made scones

With Devonshire teas of course

The devils been in your parlour

Been in your closet

I’ve Seen behind closed doors

Counting all your pennies

For Sunday school

While you’ve been

Out working building ships & boats

Wrapping yourself in self pride gloatf

The devils been whispering

In poor old George W bushes ear

Telling him to spread the word of fear

You see your second cousin

Tied down in waste

Battle uniforms

Battle of oblivion

In barren deserts in wait

Kuwait or Iraq fall down in haste

Your heart is heavy

Like a ship all out at sea

Is it for her or me ?

While you’ve been down at the town pool hall

Spending your dimes

Having a ball

The devils been talking to your travelling friend

In a dark dingy alley

Telling false dreams

With the needle and spoon

Lord sending her off to some lonely lagoon

You’re the one who shows all the pain

From her emotional train

That shakes you to the rafters in vain