Jimmy’s Dad

You’re doing time in a cell with closing-in walls
With chains attached to your balls
With no-one there to answer to your calls
Your stupid son is on the weed once more
So you kick him out of the door
Because it’s against the law

And yet you’ll go down to the pub tonight
Get very drunk and start a fight
Then try to walk a straight line with all your might
And shout and piss and cry and swear into the night

You’re watching the boxing with a half a pint of gin with a twist
Punching holes in the air with your fist
Muttering to yourself ‘I’m not pissed’
And what d’ya know when Jimmy comes home
You start yelling abuse telling him he is loser
You call him a fool and then bugger off back down the boozer

You’re out drinking Jimmy’s ‘round a friends house trying to score
When out of the blue down comes the living room door
It’s the friendly neighbourhood long arm of the law
What d’ya know as your stumbling home
You’re arrested for wetting a phone box and brought to the station
Where you suffer a plentiful portion of humiliation
As you see who’s for company during your incarceration

But you’ll still go down to the pub every night
Get very drunk and start a fight
Then try to walk a straight line with all your might
And shout a piss and cry and swear into the night