While the TV plays a football game
Water backs up in the drain
She hollers to the living room
Get the mop,yes I mean you
He mutters underneath his breath
It's going into sudden death
She hears him and says to herself
Get that mop God bless your health
Chorus:
Another Sunday afternoon
Same old rhythm but a different tune
Making it up as they as go along
Some things turn out right
Some things wrong
There's gravy bubbling on the stove
She says it's hot leave it alone
But he dips his finger in
Does the leap,the curse,the spin
She tries to keep a laugh at bay
While she gets out some first aid
She says "This is all your fault"
He says "It could use more salt"
Chorus
They sit down to potatoes and roast
Coffee and a slice of pie
While the work of the world goes on
And day slips into right into night
They out the dishes in the sink
With a rattle and a hum,a clank and a clink
She says "Hey be careful there-Their ranks are thinning like your hair"
He takes her by her soapy hand
Twirls her 'round to beat the band
She says "You're my Fred Astaire,a charmer with a rooftop glare"
Chorus
Eddy Delbridge
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