Pyjamas
on by eight
but
it's Friday night
and
my beauty sleep won't wait,

saying that
I've been feeling under the weather
feels a bit old-fashioned to me
but
I've been as rough as the Bay of Biscay
and I'm not as tough as I used to be.

She thinks that I'm six years old
and tells me
to get into bed and to do as I'm told,

well
I'm telling Teddy
that
being poorly's not nice.