Wack For A Widdle - Lyrics

As I get home at 6AM gone out to work all day
With me boots on me feet and me cap on me head
In bed I would I could stay
Cause I'm too old to spend my time shifting sods and clay
And the wife won't give me what I want cause I'm so old and grey

For a wack of the widdle a widdle a wack
A widdle a wack all day
For a wack of the widdle a widdle a wack
I'll widdle my life way

As I get home from saving the hay my arms and legs do say
Sit down you drunk put your arse on the stump and get stuck in the tea
With the wife on me back and the kids all brats

Go on you old git you're full of shit
You won't last out the year

Well I'd seen it all my cup was full
And I walked out the door
And I sold my house and I sold my land
And I never saw them no more

Now I lie all day in the Spanish sun
With a girl on either side
If I'd have stayed I'd never get laid
It's there I would have died