Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Man Go Home To Your Family
Oh you unlucky fellow you talk of your sad life
And in the pub with your mates you bad mouth your long suffering wife
She sits at home and waits for you and to you she is true
But just by listening to you talk of her one cannot say the same of you.
Man go home to your children and to your devoted spouse
The one who truly loves you and serves your needs and keeps your house
Your so called mates just pub mates they laugh behind your back
If you think they are friends of your's in true friends you must lack
If they are really friends of your's they will tell you to your face
That talking of your wife in a negative way in a pub for such not the place
The barmaid she does not love you although at you she smile
She is only flirting with you she is so full of guile.
Just a few drinks and you are talking of how great a man you are
And after one too many you go and drive your car
Go home to your wife and children you have no business here
You ought to give up alcohol as you cannot handle your beer.
Man go home to your family your wife at home waits for you
And you never say you love her though to you she is true
The barmaid she smiles at you and winks behind your back
And if you think your pub mates are your true mates then in true friends you must lack.