Lady Of The Manor
The smugly smiling possessor of a piece of land
Stands in her garden and gazes round from bed to bed
Twelve feet by twenty is her pride and joy
One which she shares with hubby lover boy
She's been working hard all through the week
But now she's home she's got the best house in the street
It may not be a castle but it's England and it's home
An earthly paradise from frigidaire to garden gnome
She's the lady of the manor
As for her husband he's slow but steady as a brick
And in the doghouse with both wrists in the kitchen sink
Unsmiling victim of a tragedy
The back fence whisper is redundancy
He devotes his time to the improvement of his mind
She keeps abreast of brochures showing holidays in Spain
He pays attention to his personal physique but there's
No doubt who wears the trousers in the best house in the street
She's the lady of the manor
She's the lady of the manor
Tongue over lip to concentrate when it's a strain
He puts his apron on she reads a magazine and sips her lemonade
There's no joy
He can live without
Darling dressed up to the nines
Handing out the handouts
He devotes his time to the improvement of his mind
She keeps abreast of brochures showing holidays in Spain
He pays attention to his personal physique but there's
No doubt who wears the trousers in the best house in the street
She's the lady of the manor
Stands in her garden and gazes round from bed to bed
Twelve feet by twenty is her pride and joy
One which she shares with hubby lover boy
She's been working hard all through the week
But now she's home she's got the best house in the street
It may not be a castle but it's England and it's home
An earthly paradise from frigidaire to garden gnome
She's the lady of the manor
As for her husband he's slow but steady as a brick
And in the doghouse with both wrists in the kitchen sink
Unsmiling victim of a tragedy
The back fence whisper is redundancy
He devotes his time to the improvement of his mind
She keeps abreast of brochures showing holidays in Spain
He pays attention to his personal physique but there's
No doubt who wears the trousers in the best house in the street
She's the lady of the manor
She's the lady of the manor
Tongue over lip to concentrate when it's a strain
He puts his apron on she reads a magazine and sips her lemonade
There's no joy
He can live without
Darling dressed up to the nines
Handing out the handouts
He devotes his time to the improvement of his mind
She keeps abreast of brochures showing holidays in Spain
He pays attention to his personal physique but there's
No doubt who wears the trousers in the best house in the street
She's the lady of the manor
Eric Goulden / Wreckless Eric 1984 / Tapete Music 2025