She’s over there

I’m over here

Tell me

Where’s the sense in that

There’s never been a letter

Or a hand knitted sweater

Just a photograph of her Mother

And

Her poxy little brother

In the garden

Last September

 

Burying

My cat

 

While I’m overseas

She’s down there on her knees

She’s often there

I’m often here

 With not so much as a Christmas wish

She’s flighty and flirty

In fact she’s very dirty

And

It’s all beginning to smell

Of fish

And for that matter so is Tiddles my cat

 

 

Anyway

While I’m far away she’s busy making hay

While the sun shines

Out of her arse

Oh yes

She makes it pay all right

Staying out all night

Somewhere over there!

She’s There I’m Here

Not even a telephone call

There’s been fuck all

 I send her plenty of money

Don’t laugh it’s not funny

She pisses it up the wall

And that’s not all

 

You see…

 While the cats away…

…far away

 

Oh I do miss

Tiddles

 

What I meant to say was

While I’m over here

Crying in my beer

She’s out

Shagging!

 

Shagging Like a rabbit

And that’s not the kind of habit

That endears

Nor does it kindle love’s flame

While she’s stands on the corner

Doing business

On the game

 

Somewhere

 Over there!

 

 

She’s somewhere

Somewhere

Over there

And

Do you know what?

I don’t care

She can stay there

And I

I will stay here

She can piss off

She can shag until she is blue in the face

It’s a fuckin’ disgrace…

I really loved my cat

 

Listen I have had enough

The goings got rough

She’s dumped that’s tough

I just don’t care

 

I don’t care what’s right or fair

Just as long As she fucks off

Somewhere

 

 Over there!