(Difford/Tilbrook) 



She left in the middle of the night with the kids   

Wrapped in a blanket with a packet of crisps  

Heading for her mothers on another estate   

The kids looked up at the light and the rain  

In the middle of the night such adventures made   

For two little kids staying up late  

It was rainy and windy as winter was bleak   

At four in the morning on King George Street  

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 mark 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 doors dressed like refugees   

In the pouring rain on King George Street  



She won't have that behaviour in her house any more   

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  



They stood around the kettle and watched as it brewed   

Sneezing into hankies hands all blue  

The next evening he came around to the house   

With a bunch of flowers they locked him out  

He peered through the window   

Mouthed words through the air   

Her lips to a cup she saw him out there  

The kids came running but were they happy to see   

Their daddy back home on King George Street