Mum, the kettle's boiling

Daddy what's the time

Sis, look what you're doing

Can't you see the baby's crying

Tell your Uncle Tony

Helen wants to know

Did he get the letter

That she sent a week ago

All in all what could be nicer

Than two people young at heart

Looking forward to the future

That together they will start

When you think of all those people

Who are left out in the cold

All because they never dreamed

That they'd be written off as old

Mum, the kettle's boiling

Dad, 'ere what's the time

Sis, look what you're doing

Can't you see the baby's crying

Can't you see the baby's crying