Oh weary weary days
Oh to have our house back, I hope it will come right
The front door never closes, from morning, noon ‘til night
Plastic over carpets and leading up the stair
Dust and plaster, bits of wood and dirt lies everywhere
The walls are freshly plastered, but there’s still a lot to do,
The cupboards are in pieces, and we haven’t got a loo
The measurements are made and all the holes are drilled
It’s just gone four, a closing door and all the work is stilled
Next day we had a problem, the electrician our wiring hated
The lights don’t work, the earth is dud, we’re not cert-if-i-cated
Why did we ever think, our ancient room so wrong?
We would have just put up with it, if we knew it took this long.