Tea

What’s my tipple
My habit
My obsession
My addiction
My `poison’
My weakness
My passion
My affliction
My non-narcotic remedy
A tannic acid fix for me?
It’s got to be
A cup of tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea
 
The 20th letter of the alphabet
I like it warm
I like it wet
Although it makes my body sweat
And my bladder pee
(That’s the 16th letter incidentally)
I wanna soak my throat in a moat of
Tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea
 
Assam, Russian Caravan, Lapsang Souchong
Darjeeling, Earl Grey, Camomile, Ceylon
I’m even compelled to lick my lips
For Typhoo, Tetley and PG Tips
My favourite bush
My favourite leaf
It sees me through my pain and grief
Although my dentist says it discolours my teeth
When the kettle boils at three
It’s time for tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea
 
When my nerves are on the edge
When I’m gonna jump from that window ledge
I don’t want a downer or an upper
But my chosen beverage
A good old fashioned cuppa
It’s soothing, relaxing
Calming, untaxing
What liquid’s got me lyrically waxing
And writing poetry?
Tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea
 
`T’ for tranquillity
Tea in company
Tea for two - you and me
Tea takes the stress out of when we break up
Tea is the best brew for when we make up
The world would be a more peaceful place
If tea was consumed by the whole human race
Where you gonna dunk your digestive or Garibaldi?
In your tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea
 
So come back to mine for some you know what
Something you love that’s steamy and hot
We don’t have to share a bed
When we can share a pot instead
As we sidestep current thinking
With the drink that we’ll be drinking
Boycott the coffee revolution
For this ingenious infusion
You’d have to be a bit odd
To say that honey was the Nectar of the Gods?
When it’s tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea
Cup of cha
Rosy Lee
Tea, tea, tea, tea, tea

Detention Rap

When school finished at half past three
I didn’t go home unfortunately
‘Cause I messed around in history
Chemistry, biology and literacy
My teacher said I had to pay the penalty

I got a detention
I got a detention
Sir said I attract too much negative attention
If I attract any more I’ll receive a suspension
What did I get?
I got a detention

My punishment was writing many essays and lines
On how to show respect and listen all the time
Concentrate on sharpening those ears of mine
What was the sentence imposed for my crime?

I got a detention
I got a detention
My timetable had an hour extension
You walked home while I walked in the other direction
What did I get?
I got a detention

I acted like the class clown and then I got caught
I’m worried about what will be in my report
Though I pleaded like an innocent “It wasn’t my fault”
Teacher said it’s a lesson I must be taught

I got a detention
I got a detention
I was going to be a prefect now I’m out of contention
If you see my Mum it’s something you shouldn’t mention
What did I get?
I got a detention

So don’t follow the bad example
I’ve set you
Or you’ll end up
With a detention too
What will you get?
You’ll get a detention

I Just Bang a Drum

I can’t play the recorder
I get the notes in the wrong order
I can’t cope with the flute
A whistle’s too tough to toot
I wish I could master the violin just like Yehudi Menuhin
But I can’t
And my singing is worse
Than my 90-year-old aunt
So
I just bang a drum
 
I’m no good you know
At the piccolo
I’m flat or sharp
When I pluck the harp
You’d plug your ears and shout “Oh no!”
If I tried a tune from my Dad’s banjo
And if I picked up a guitar
I couldn’t even strum
So
I just bang a drum
 
You see
To me
The drum sounds so sweet
I love the rhythm
I love the beat
I click my fingers
I stamp my feet
I send a shudder
Down the street
It’s such fantastic fun
So
I just bang a drum
 
When it come to the bass
I’m a total disgrace
My piano skills are poor
So I don’t use them any more
Everyone runs till I’m left on my own
When I huff and puff into my trombone
So
I just bang a drum
 
If you hear me on the saxophone
You’ll be bound to moan and groan
When I attempted the bassoon
I was banished to the moon
And sent to Salonika
For trying the harmonica
I’m really rubbish at handling
The cello and the mandolin
I am so bad at music
I cannot even hum
I thought “I need something new
To get me through”
So
I just bang a drum
 
You see
To me
The drum sounds so sweet
I love the rhythm
I love the beat
I click my fingers
I stamp my feet
I send a shudder
Down the street
It’s such fantastic fun
So
I just bang a drum
 
What do I do?
I told you
I just bang a drum

 
 
 
 
 
 

I Dreamt I was a Baby Again

I dreamt I was a baby again
And I was wearing a nappy
I crawled on the floor
Couldn’t open the door
But felt most contented and happy
 
I dreamt I was a baby again
It really was fabulous fun
I sat in my high chair
Cuddled my teddy bear
And I had just one tooth in my gum
 
I dreamt I was a baby again
Less than one-year old
I was only this tall (motion)
Did not go to school
And had free buggy rides down my road
 
I dreamt I was a baby again
With mashed up food to eat
I gurgled and laughed
Splashed about in the bath
And wore booties on both of my feet
 
I dreamt I was a baby again
I had at least seventeen dummies
I slept in a crib
Wore a dinosaur bib
And spent most of the day with my Mummy
 
I dreamt I was a baby again
But it was a dream nothing more
So when I woke up
I sat up and spoke up
Shouting “I’m NOT a baby I’m…[count fingers]
One…
Two…
Three…
Four!”
 
 

Me and My Amoeba

Some men like big women
Some men like them small
Some men like women
Who are hardly there at all
And it’s in that last category into which I fall
‘Cause my woman’s zero inches tall
Just one nanometer
She has no face
Not of the human race
Me and my amoeba
 
I’ll never leave her
My ex said “I saw her snog a spirogyra”
But I don’t believe her
Who got me out of my emotional prison?
My cute little unicellular organism
When we first met in biology
Friends thought something was wrong with me
Ignoring the warnings from my science teacher
I fell head over heels for a microscopic creature
I’m proud to walk hand in slime with her down the street
(Well actually I drag her cause she has no legs or feet)
But I don’t care that
All the world stares at
Me and my amoeba
 
She’s not just another blob
I wanna kiss her but she has no gob
She says “Neal it’s not a prob
“To have a baby with you
“I’ll simply split in two
“In three for twins
“Four for triplets
“Five for quads”
Reproduction’s not a difficult job for
Me and my amoeba
 
She has to tolerate racist folk
Tedious and tiresome single-cell jokes
She says I’m the best bloke she ever met - not like other guys
‘Cause I’m not fussed that she has no hair, brain, mouth, nose, ears or eyes
I’m so made up to be seen
With someone tiny and green
Why don’t you get to know her?
My wee protozoa
And if she does divide in two
It’s one amoeba for me
One amoeba for you
Then we could double date
Our miniature mates
Me and my amoeba
 
She’s my number one
I could never fall
For a bacterium
Me and my amoeba

I’m a Lollipop Man

I’m a Lollipop Man
I stand in the road
I’m a Lollipop Man
I know the Green Cross Code
 
I’m a Lollipop Man
I look left and right
I’m a Lollipop Man
My coat’s long and white
 
I’m a Lollipop Man
Read my big round sign
I’m a Lollipop Man
I keep the cars in line
 
I’m a Lollipop Man
I will help you cross
I’m a Lollipop Man
I’m the traffic’s boss
 
I’m a Lollipop Man
Protecting all of you
I’m a Lollipop Man
That’s what I’m here to do
 
I’m a Lollipop Man
I make transport stop
I’m a Lollipop Man
With my big lollipop
 
I’m a Lollipop Man
 
 
 

Birthday Every Day

I’ve hit upon a fantastic idea
I’m gonna have a birthday each day of the year
Every 24-hours I’d celebrate
Partying hard with all of my mates (till very late)
Everyone would think I was a really cool lad
Wishing they had everything that I had
“Many happy returns Neal” they’d constantly say
If I had a birthday every day
 
By now I’d be about 15,000 birthdays old
And regularly showered with presents (e.g. books and smart clothes)
I’d spend my birthday money in Toys R Us
And get driven to and from it in my own private bus
Filled up with everything that I had just bought
All paid for by cheque – a pound sign, a one and five noughts
Despite my age I’d not be crinkled, wrinkled or grey
If I had a birthday every day
 
I’d be given enormous teddy bears
Stocks and shares
Batman and Robin underwear
A computer any time I liked
Ten giant TVs
Two mountain bikes
Seven birthday cakes a week
A gold clock, silver watch
Life-size robots that speak
Ice cream by the bucket
Sweets by the tonne
Absolutely anything under the sun
It’ll be fun, fun, fun
I’d always have the latest games to play
If I had a birthday every day
 
I’d be generous and caring
I wouldn’t be greedy
Donating three gifts a month to the poor and the needy
The cash I’d not spent?
I would invest it
The chocolate I’d got?
I would digest it
 
I’d never have broken toys only new
I’d never be sad or bored or blue
I’d never run out of things to do
No way
No way
No way José
If I had a birthday every day

Metaphor for My Life

You’re the hip to my hop
You’re my cherry on the top
You’re the vision to my sight
You’re the teeth to my bite
I’m the Elephant to your Castle
You’re the golden wrapping paper round my Christmas parcel
You’re the order to my crazy confusion
You’re my cryptic crossword puzzle solution
You’re the Marmite to my bread and butter
You’re my sanity when I’m a raving nutter
You’re the planet revolving round my sun
You’re the bullet in my gun
(Though you’re so beautiful it’s just set on stun)
You’re the T to my V
The BB to my C
The O to my D
The GC to my SE
You’re the flesh on my bones
You’re my favourite ring tone on my phone
I’m the penalty taker you’re the goal
You’re the Dolmio sauce to my spag bol
You’re the Arctic to my Monkeys
Your love is my drug and I’m your love junkie
You’re the memory to my………………………….amnesia
You’re the diamond to my geezer
You’re my together when I’m the loner
You’re the Marge to my Homer
You’re the Honey & Lemon Strepsil to my sore throat
If I’m Joseph you’re my Technicolour Dreamcoat
You’re the high voltage that helps me function
You’re the Clapham to my Junction
You’re the A to my Z
You’re the comfort blanket to my bed
When I’m the blunt instrument you’re the sharpest knife
You’re the metaphor for my life
 

The ‘olland and Barrett Security Guard

I’m the `olland and Barrett security guard
Nick that natural liquorice stick
And you’ll be beaten up and barred
And if you try and sneak out with St John’s Wort down your vest
I’ll read you your rights and make a citizen’s arrest
I’m a kleptomaniac’s ultimate test
Steal our stock and you won’t get far
I’m the `olland and Barrett security guard
 
OK, there might be stronger and tougher and fitter men
But I’m the best in the biz when protecting vitamins
A, B, C, D and E
And if you’re dipping your mitts in the camomile tea
I’ll catch you on CCTV
(Unless you’re bigger than me)
“Oi – you ain’t paid for that Omega 3!”
Put away your counterfeit credit card
I’m the `olland and Barrett security guard
 
People often stop me and say
“What is this country coming to
When a leading high street health product retailer
Has to employ someone like you?”
Next we’ll have the SAS in Argos
SWAT teams in Top Shop
Mothercare encircled by a cordon of riot cops
Armed gendarmes in French Connection
Offering Bonmarche similar protection
US Marines in KFC
Our swimming pools made safer by the Royal Navy
While I’m the sentinel of flapjacks, laxatives and bran
As the `olland & Barrett security man
 
I wanted to work at Buckingham Palace
But some say instead I was handed this poison chalice
Still I’m climbing the ladder of my career
And if I play my cards right by this time next year
I’ll be Ronald MacDonald’s personal minder
No longer the monkey more the organ grinder
But till then I’ll police Manuka Honey and the juice of carrots
As the security guard for ‘olland & Barrett
 
As Judge Dredd said “I am the law”
So if you’re a crim don’t come into my store
Get your aloe vera and zinc elsewhere
(Don’t forget your glucosamine for your joint care
And tea tree shampoo for the shiniest hair)
Think! Before you pilfer that pomegranate drink
Quell your compulsion to pinch that kelp
Or seek out psychiatric help
You don’t wanna cross my path I’m so bloody hard
I’m the `olland and Barrett security guard

ARACHNOPHOBIA!

There’s a spider crawling up my leg
A spider sleeping in my bed
A spider living in my shed
One in my chicken sandwich sucking on my slice of bread
 
I want to scream
I want to shout
I want to tear my hair out
I want to shriek
I’m feeling sick
Please someone dial 999 quick
My friends say “Neal – what’s wrong with ya?”
I say “ARACHNOPHOBIA!”
 
There’s a spider wedged between my toes
A cobweb hanging from my nose
A spider chewing on my clothes
A spider moving in to make my wardrobe his new home
 
I’m panting
I’m sweating hot
I’m frozen stiff, stuck to this spot
I’m horrified
I’m petrified
My stomach’s churning up inside
My friends say “Neal – what’s wrong with ya?”
I say “ARACHNOPHOBIA!”
 
A spider’s sitting in my chair
Another’s tangled in my hair
There’s a spider here, a spider there
Three spiders in my underwear
 
I want to yell
I want to flee
There’s a spider swimming in my tea
I want to faint
I want to vomit
I can’t even face reading Spider-Man comics
My friends say “Neal – what’s wrong with ya?”
I say “ARACHNOPHOBIA!”
 
Some people are scared of the dark, snakes, flying or their teachers
Me? I’m absolutely terrified by them small eight-legged creatures
My friends say “Neal – what’s wrong with ya?”
I say “ARACHNOPHOBIA!”

My Dad Thinks He’s Cool

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

He embarrasses me at the school gate
Attempting to speak street slang to all of my mates
Dad – you’re not eleven, you’ve turned forty-eight

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

It’s ever so painful when he sings along
To all of the latest Top 30 songs
He whines out of tune getting all the words wrong

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

He wears a Lily Allen t-shirt to try to impress
(Although he’s always telling me Elvis is best)
He’d score a big fat ZERO in the `How Cool R U?’ test

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

He tries to play football with the rest of my team
His skills on the pitch are the worst I’ve ever seen
Out-tackled and out-dribbled by girls of thirteen

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

So he’ll never beat me at computer gaming
Despite hours and hours of meticulous training
I'm beating all records but he’s doing my brain in

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

And if you’re reading this Dad I hope you understand
Why I’d like all these mad things you do to be banned
I love you just as you are so please - act like a man!

My Dad think s he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

My Dad Thinks He’s Cool

 

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

He embarrasses me at the school gate
Attempting to speak street slang to all of my mates
Dad – you’re not eleven, you’ve turned forty-eight

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

It’s ever so painful when he sings along
To all of the latest Top 30 songs
He whines out of tune getting all the words wrong

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

He wears a Lily Allen t-shirt to try to impress
(Although he’s always telling me Elvis is best)
He’d score a big fat ZERO in the `How Cool R U?’ test

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

He tries to play football with the rest of my team
His skills on the pitch are the worst I’ve ever seen
Out-tackled and out-dribbled by girls of thirteen

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

So he’ll never beat me at computer gaming
Despite hours and hours of meticulous training
I'm beating all records but he’s doing my brain in

My Dad thinks he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

And if you’re reading this Dad I hope you understand
Why I’d like all these mad things you do to be banned
I love you just as you are so please - act like a man!

My Dad think s he’s cool
But he’s not cool at all

Ba nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana

What’s the longest fruit you’ve seen?
Found in milkshake, yoghurt and ice cream
When they’re on my plate I lick it clean
A tremendous taste
Too good to waste
Ba nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana

You’ll slip upon their slimy skin
So put the peel into the bin
What word doesn’t stop after it begins?
Simply unending
I’m always bending my
Ba nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana

You can mash them
You can squash them
You can squish them
You can gulp them
You can fry them
You can spread them
You can pound them
You can pulp them
When I ask what food you’ve had today
I’m hoping that you’re going to say
Ba nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana

Monkeys eat them at the zoo
They’re yellow and black not orange and blue
Ideal in soup or in a stew
They’re versatile
Shaped like a smile
Ba nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana

Buy them by the kilo, pound or bunch
Stick them in your sandwich box for lunch
They’re the ideal snack when it comes to the crunch
Travelling all the way from Jamaica
What fruit’s got a name that’s a record breaker?
Ba nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana

Before you get some from the store
Shout out this poem’s title once more
Ba nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana

LOUD (with audio)

 
 
I love to play my music loud
Open my windows
Attract a crowd
Make a row
In the street below
Let the music flow
Put on the greatest show
Welcome to my free disco
It’s the way to go
Dig the party I’m gonna throw
I love to play my music 
LOUD!

The speakers are banging “Boom! Boom! Boom!”
I want to wake the aliens on the moon
They too can dig my favourite tune
Blaring out in full bloom
Soul, metal, jazz, folk, hip hop
Reggae, punk, funk, indie rock
R&B, rap, bubblegum pop
Up goes the volume 
I don’t wanna stop
I love to play my music 
LOUD!

I want the world record for noisy music to break
I want to make the walls and the crockery shake
And vibrate
I want to feel the sound all around
Hear the drums crash, bash, smash
And the rhythm pound
In my head
I want to disturb everyone asleep in bed
And wake dead
What’s that word I said?
I love to play my music 
LOUD!

I don’t need earphones or an iPod
I want my music to reach up to God
In the sky
And make aeroplanes quiver as they fly by
‘Cause I’m a musical guy
Till the day I die
Music’s the apple of my eye
I’ve got no other fish to fry
So silence is in short supply
I love to play my music 
LOUD!

Spider-Man (with audio)

 
 
Up in the sky
Deep in the night
You’ll spot him at the highest height
Who’s that bloke in the red and blue tights?
It’s Spider-Man

He spins his web
He catches crooks
He stars in films and comic books
Who’s the guy with the spidery looks?
It’s Spider-Man

He’s Peter Parker in disguise
When he sewed his costume he forgot the flies
Who’d rather eat ants than meat pies?
It’s Spider-Man

He’s more super than Superman
He never sports a nice sun-tan
Who swings about like and orang-utan? 
It’s Spider-Man

He beats Doc Ock
The Green Goblin too
He climbs tall buildings - without glue
Which spider can’t be flushed down your loo?
It’s Spider-Man

This hero’s not an also-ran
He’s twice as strong as Desperate Dan
Put your hands in the air if you’re a fan
Of Spider-Man

Snorzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Nobody snores like you my love
Is that an aeroplane above?
In bed I give you one more shove
Nobody snores like you
 
Nobody snores like you it’s true
You’re heard in Sweden and Peru
In China, Chad and Norway too
Nobody snores like you
 
Nobody snores like you my babe
You make me fearful and afraid
I wish you’d stop, how hard I’ve prayed
Nobody snores like you
 
Nobody snores like you my sweet
Most people are far more discreet
But you just snort between the sheets
Nobody snores like you
 
Nobody snores like you thank God
That sound you make’s so loud and odd
It keeps me from the Land of Nod
Nobody snores like you
 
Nobody snores like you my wife
You bring me torture every night
I’ll chop your nose off with a knife
Nobody snores like you
 
Nobody snores like you my pet
The doctor’s puzzled and the vet
I’ve even taped you on cassette
Nobody snores like you
 
Nobody snores like you my dear
Your nose vibrates inside my ear
You’d make a t.rex quake in fear
Nobody snores like you
 
Nobody snores like you of course
You’d frighten a stampeding horse
Why am I filing for divorce?
‘Cause nobody snores like you
 
 

Alan’s Awesome Adjectives

My Mum says “ain’t he handsome?”
But there’s much more to Alan Hansen
Than his James Bond looks
And his sun-tanned face
He puts other soccer pundits in their place
Using adjectives
And superlatives
As well as he used the ball
In his halcyon Liverpool playing days

‘Cause on Match of the Day
You’ll hear him say
“Unbelievable”
“Incredible”
“Amazing goal”
“Diabolical”
“An absolutely terrible
Tackle from behind”
“Magnificent lob from the half-way line”
“His first touch was totally sublime”
“Fantastic”
“Terrific”
“Dreadful”
“Abysmal”
There’s not a word wasted
No superfluous syllable
Or any hint of drivel
When he waxes lyrical
About Rooney’s latest dribble
“Awesome”

You’re all waylaid
In the shade
Lineker
Davies
Pearce
Motson
And Lawrenson
Be afraid
When you’re up against Hansen

So when Alan’s on TV
Turn up the volume on your telly
To hear the Scot
Who knows a lot
More adjectives
Than your average
English dictionary

Coffee

Do you want a latte, espresso, frappuccino, cappuccino, Al Pacino?
I just want a coffee

In a mug, a jug, a bucket, a glass
On an intravenous drip
Or via a tube up your…?
No thanks I think I’ll pass - I just want a coffee

Italiano, Americano, Lamborghini, fettuccini?
And this week’s special flavour is melon and pork pie
No, please sometime before I die - I just want a coffee

Decaffeinated, decontaminated, irradiated or fair traded?
Grown in destroyed rainforest areas
From which we’ve been exonerated
‘Cause were a green company
Stuff your environmental policy - I just want a coffee

Is that humungous, large, tall, mini
Milk: skinny, semi-skinny or coronary?
CalI me Mr Simplicity but I just want a coffee

Extra hot
In an earthenware pot
Chocolate sprinkles, cinnamon wrinkles, sugar crinkles?
Or – if you answer a simple question on nuclear physics - you can have the lot
For free
Not me - I just want a coffee
Whipped cream and a flake?
Give me a break – I just want a coffee

That’s Maxwell House Instant
Plastic cup
Milk
Sugar
Hot water
Fill it up
I just want a coffee

Sir, when it comes to coffee
I can see you’re a difficult man to please
Have you thought about trying
One of our massive range of teas…?

My Mate Gordon

My mate Gordon is a poet
And a decorator
He discusses the delights of Dulux
Like an expert alliterator
Paints pour off his paintbrush
Rhythms roll off his tongue
He’s up the ladder composing sonnets
While standing on the top rung
As comfortable hanging wallpaper
As with personification
And the pun
My mate Gordon

If you need a bit of plastering
He’ll cover up those bricks
While reciting ballads, odes, epitaphs and limericks
He’s a man of many tricks
Combining skills gives him his kicks
Who wrote his last poem on my wall with his stirring sticks?
My mate Gordon

A man of many talents
Who wears two hats
He’ll perform requests like his `Decorators Rap’
For you
Then he’ll varnish the door for you
Then re-concrete the floor for you
Then select a metaphor for you

He’s in London’s Yellow Pages
That run from `A’ to `Zee’
Under D for `Decorator’
And under P for `Poetry’
From Wimbledon to West Ham
From Mill Hill to New Malden
Who you gonna call?
My mate Gordon

His business card confounds and confuses
Mr Taxman wants a word too
His poems are often finished off
With putty, tile adhesive or glue
If you’re looking for a rhymer
Covered in gloss, undercoat and primer
Then go for the guy
Who mixes perfect poetry with dazzling DIY
My mate Gordon’s the one to choose
(And if he doesn’t pick his phone up
Then search the B&Qs)
If you like keeping your favourite films buy a DVD to record on
If you like the look of silicon then get the Sun with Jordon
If you like religion wear a t-shirt with a picture of the Lord on
If you like ignoring fashion trends then go to work with cords on
If you like eating open sandwiches see the menu with smorgasbord on
But if like a poet who can decorate
Then hire
My mate
Gordon

Annoying Habits

I put up with your annoying habits
All your annoying traits
Like when you put the toilet roll on the wrong way round
Or fail to properly lock the back gate
I should get irate
And in a vexed state
But you’re still my best mate
You are
So I turn a blind eye
At your incapability of reversing the car
And your ritualistic painting of your toenails in bed
And the fact you never wanna to see
The films or DVDs I wanna see
But ones you prefer to see instead
The word `compromise’ sometimes ain’t in your head
You can make me see red
And cause tears to be shed
But I’m still proud to say that we’re wed
And I’ll love you till long after I’m dead

So I put up with your annoying habits
Like when your washing ruins my new t-shirt
Or when you walk through the house with your trainers covered in dirt
And when I see you flirt
I get upset and hurt
But I’ll always revert
To type
‘Cause I know when I’m with you it feels so right
Even though sometimes you say “black” and I say “white”
You say “tomorrow” and I say “tonight”
You say “left” and I say the opposite - and that can’t be right
I don’t wanna fight

So I put up with your annoying habits
Too many cop shows for me
Too many soaps and reality TV
And re-tuning my radio from XFM to Kiss
I ask myself sometimes can I go on like this?
But without you
These are the things that I’d miss
Most of all
‘Cause these are the things that make you cool
And we’ve been together since we were at school
I wouldn’t want to back out now
There’s no-one better than you anyhow
I love you
I do
So I put up with your annoying habits
‘Cause you put up with my annoying habits
Too