Housewife Of The Year

David leaves all his clothes in a heap
And the Marlboro butts are everywhere.
Where are my slippers? Where is my paper?
I love you dear, in one year and out again, he's out again.
He's been gone, he's a wonderful man
And the housewife of the year, every year.
He's been gone and he loves a good beer
And the housewife of the year, I love you dear.
Every Tuesday night, he goes bowling.
David will be back around midnight.
He will be tired and hungry as a horse.
The television will be set to his show, it's David's show.
He's been gone, he's a wonderful man
And the housewife of the year, every year.
He's been gone and he loves a good beer
And the housewife of the year, I love you dear.
I press your ties, I walk the dark.
That lipstick stain doesn't bother me.
I know that you are tired, well maybe tomorrow.
Is next tomorrow too very late? Well that's OK, I understand.
He's been gone, he's a wonderful man
And the housewife of the year, every year.
He's been gone and he loves a good beer
And the housewife of the year, I love you dear.
David my darling, you love my pudding
Yet you haven't touched a bit of it.
Is it my curlers? Maybe it's my dress.
Maybe my make-up is unperfect.
I change it quick, very quick.
He's been gone, he's a wonderful man
And the housewife of the year, every year.
He's been gone and he loves a good beer
And the housewife of the year, I love you dear.
He's been gone, he's a wonderful man
And the housewife of the year, every year.
He's been gone and he loves a good beer
And the housewife of the year, I love you dear.