Each plug is clogged with your long dark hair There's half eaten pastries in the frigidaire Cigarette butts in coffee cups and more My nerves are shot I wait for you at night Them boys will fuss and they will fight In the moot pursuit of any cause But I'm as happy as a clam Shaky as my hands However long you're back home my baby However long you're back home Haters street (???) I don't buy white bread or any brown liquor It's organic fruit stamped by the picker That shit is expensive so's the electrickery bill Hairdryers straighteners lesser appliances Ballache strains on meagre finances However long you're back home my baby Eeeh! Howsabouts fish fingers and two flutes to fill? My perambulent Madame However long you're back home my lady However long you're back home my baby However long you're back home my baby