She left in the middle of the night with the kids

Wrapped in a blanket with a packet of crisps

Heading for her mothers on another estate

The kids looked up at the light and the rain

In the middle of the night such adventures made

For two little kids staying up late

It was rainy and windy as winter was bleak

At four in the morning on King George Street

She couldn't get to sleep where on Earth had he gone

The door opened wide and the light went on

He was drunk as a lord with a tyre mark hat

Falling in the hall on top of the cat

Singing Viva Espana to a crying wife

He took a swing at the shade on the light

They were knocking on the doors dressed like refugees

In the pouring rain on King George Street She won't have that behaviour in her house any more

He's got to sober up or be kicked out of the door

Down on the corner the kids at his feet

As daddy comes home on King George Street

As daddy comes home They stood around the kettle and watched as it brewed

Sneezing into hankies hands all blue

The next evening he came around to the house

With a bunch of flowers they locked him out

He peered through the window

Mouthed words in the air

Her lips to a cup she saw him out there

The kids came running but were they happy to see

Their daddy back home on King George Street

Their daddy back home on King George Street