Arthur, I’ve had it, you good-for-naught brute!
You sit there and listen – I’ve something to say!
The kids are eating us out of home and nest,
Their incessant chatter drives me insane !
I know times are lean with the factory closed –
But this cheap housing complex you chose is the pits!
How’s a girl supposed to raise her young
When hooligan neighbours scare her out of her wits?
I’m run off my wings catching bugs for our brood
While you go off with the boys for your fun;
The roof has sprung leaks and the doorway’s a mess,
I tell you, I’ve had it! It’s over, I’m done!