We are sitting here by the fire drinking our Bacardi and coke,oh how I would love a smoke.

What the hell husband says we"ll go to bed instead.

Oh how I had wished he had of drank the soup then he wouldn't have got a droop

He seeing me unawares as he staggers up the stairs.


Then he flops down on the bed he may as well be dead.

Then he starts to snore and snore .

He becoming such a bore.


Wait till morn the break of dawn then he sure to be on his horn.

By peach.