My mother had that certain look
I could see it in her eyes
It was then I started wondering
Was my dad telling little white lies?
I know they both liked a tipple
My dad had his beer at night
But mom went to bed at ten o'clock
And then turned off the light.
My dad worked as a carpenter
It was his chosen trade
He built a little cabinet
And it was beautifully made.
When mom got tired and had her fill
My dad he stayed downstairs
In that cabinet he had a hideaway
He thought mother was unaware
Then little did he realise
She has known him for many years.
He could never fool my mother
She just new his whiskey was there.