Cooks the Night on Sunday,
eat your greens
there's no bread today.
Father sizzles in the oven,
likes his gravy, good and baked on.
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Oh dear, what can the matter
be?
Have you got your toast for playtime?
Leave it on the pipes, it tastes like
It could still be half past eight
You'd be smiling at your plate
Granny wants to take a photo
You won't stand still,
you don't want to
Mother waves a fist in your face
Caught on camera, fixed in a frame
you say, oh dear,
what can the matter be?
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Someone is calling me,
what can the matter be?
Someone is calling me,
what can the matter be?
Someone has called me,
what can I say?
Mother is running,
well, this can't be right
She chased me home,
as if I could see
To the doctors on the way
Eating chocolates from a paper cone
Un cle John on his cranes
And tears in a Belgian Navy
Say, oh dear,
what can the matter be?
Say, oh dear,
what can the matter be?
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Say, oh dear, what can the matter be?
You