Bragg Billy
Talking With Taxman About Poetry
Honey,i'm A Big Boy Now
I can see the kitchen light
From the road where I park my bike
But it's dark there as it's often is these days
And the gloomy living room
Really needs a dust and broom
But I can't brush your memory away
Her father was an admiral
In someone else's navy
And she had seen the World before I met her
She would wash and cook and clean
And all the other things between
And like a fool I just sat there and let her
Now I can feed and dress and wash myself
And sleep without the light on
Honey,I'm a big boy now
I don't know what she does
With all the money that I send her
She's running round the town with a Young Pretender
I haven't touched the garden
Since the day she walked away
From a love affair that bore only bitter fruit
She took everything she wanted
Which is why she left me here
With these pots and pans and my old wedding suit
A letter came one morning
That she would not let me see
And from that day I began to realise
That she would one day break
The home we tried to make
For sinners cannot live in Paradise

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