O the wains are greeting and the sink is leaking And you're standing in the pub wi' your Youngers Tartan Special And you say you're educating all the younger generation Of your left wing politics and that's a fact. CHORUS: I ken I'm the wife but I'll no be your skivvy You may be a man but what can you give me? Cuts in houses, cuts and bruises That's no the story for a bloody life o' glory! O you say that the solution is a left-wing revolution But you're drinking money's pockled fae the family allowance Your Marx and all your Lenin disna help me wi' the cleanin And I've had tae put my wedding ring into the pawn. Well I really canna take it, so you're going to have to make it On your own, cos I'm going wi the bairns and our belongings And we'll maybe go to Maggie's or to Effie's or to Aggie's Cos we've got a lot of sisters that will see me through.
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