Baby screams, Mummy dreams
Of a life that's a little brighter.
Sister shouts, Daddy doubts,
If he can pull his belt any tighter.

On the street, in donkey jacket,
Search the lining for your last wage packet.
Found a pound you jump around.
Could it be you've hit better times.
Does it mean you've hit better times?

Still they say,
An Englishman's home is his castle.
Is it true?
An Englishman's home is his castle.

In bed at night with your robust wife,
She screams and screams about life.
Argue, argue 'til you fall asleep.
Dreaming of better times,
Dreaming of better times.

Chorus.

Search for work, day in day out.
For a little bit of extra money.
Buy chips for tea, for 30p.
But you're dreaming of milk and honey.
Dreaming of milk and honey..

Chorus.

© Edward ian Armchair 2002