Lyrics Squeeze – King George Street

She left in the middle of the night with the kids
Wrapped in a blanket with a packet of crisps
Heading for her mother’s on another estate
The kids looked up at the light and the rain

She couldn’t get to sleep, where on earth had he gone?
The door opened wide and the light went on
He was drunk as a lord with a tyre marked hat
Falling in the hall on top of the cat
Singing viva espana
To a crying wife
He took a swing at the shade
On the light
They were knocking on the door
Dressed like refugees
In the pouring rain on King George Street

She won’t have that behavior
In her house anymore
He’s got to sober up or get kicked out of the door
Down on the corner, the kids at his feet
As Daddy comes home on King George Street
As Daddy comes home

They stood around the kettle and watched as it brewed
Sneezing into hankies hands all blue