The minute I get out of my tent,
My garden is covered with cement.
And radio one blasting outside.
I said what you doing round that grave?
I saw you chatting to my wife
Between the light and door.
And the minute I got outta my tent....
It was a handy a-handy a-handy man
You try and try to get under
And it does not cut me down.
And sunday nights don't get out anymore.