She left in the middle of the night with the kids
Wrapped in a blanket with a packet of crisps
Heading for her mother's on another estate
The kids looked up at the light in the rain
In the middle of the night such adventures made
For two little kids staying up late
It was rainy and windy, winter was bleak
At four in the morning on Kindle Street
She couldn't get to sleep, where on earth had he gone?
The door opened wide and the lights went on
He was drunk as a lord with a tire mounted
Falling in the hall on top of a cab
Singing Viva La España to a crying wife
Took a swing at the shade on the light
They were knocking on the door dressed like refugees
In the pouring rain on Kindle Street
She won't have that behaviour in her house anymore
He's got to sober up or be kicked out of the door
Down on the corner, the kid's at his feet
As daddy comes home on Kindle Street
As daddy comes home
They stood around the kettle and watched as it brewed
Steezing into hankies, hands all blue
The next evening he came around to the house
With a bunch of flowers and locked him out
He peered through a window, mouth words in the air
Her lips to the floor, she saw him out there
The kids came running, what were they happy to see?
Their daddy back home on Kindle Street
Their daddy back home on Kindle Street
Their daddy back home on Kindle Street
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