It’s 11pm and he’s not home yet
Will she lock the door, or will she get
A slap on the mouth or worse a punch
He’ll say it’s because he hated his lunch
That she made for him before he got up
To get ready for work; his pal picked him up
Life and soul, with all his pals
Having fun with another gal
His kids sit around, waiting for him to come home
The wife tries to calm them, lets them play with her phone
And when he comes in, they’re too frightened to speak
Cos he’s drunk as a skunk with no shoes on his feet
“Some bastard took them while I slept on the bus
It’s your fault ya bitch for not picking me up”
They all sat in silence, as he ate his chippy
They hadn’t had dinner cause he was supposed tae
Come hame straight fae work with all the money
So ma could buy dinner for her three little honeys
But no, bookies first, then the pub
Then some woman’s hoose to have some fun “Look at the state o’ ye, ya ugly bitch
Nae wonder I look for fun in another man’s ditch
I’m no telling ye again, you better lose some weight
“Get rid o’ that fat arse, or I’m gonna break
Yer jaw into pieces so ye canny eat
any more of those sweeties for at least a week”
“I don’t know what I ever seen in you
I should had picked the lassie dressed in blue”
When I met you at the Barrowland
And I asked darling, dae want ye tae dance?”
Eventually the bastard falls asleep on the couch
They look at him, wishing they knew a way out
The wife takes the weans and gets ready to leave
Calls Women’s Aid, “Can you help me please”
Within an hour someone arrives in a car
To take them to safety, leaving the door ajar