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