It won't always be like this,

The room needs paiting, the TV's broke

I'm living like a pig in a poke

The money's short, I'm growing bald

It's bills each time the postman's called

The work's run out and I'm done in

The right-hand seat cover's wearing thin

Three plants have died through not being watered

And there's other stuff I know I ought'ered

It will always be like this,

I'll be sitting beside you with a kiss,

No matter the colour of the place,

My arm encircled 'round your waist

The days be short the nights be long

I'll be here to cheer you up with song

And when you wonder if you're