The Pretty Things
It’s So Hard
Early in the morning when I get out of bed
She says get up honey your eyes are really red
It's those late nights that you're keeping with your pals
She says get down to the pub, give me some ale

It's the reason that I must get a job
She says look in the papers there's something for you in there
It's the reason that I feel it's a sin
All the kids lining up, all the kids staying thin

It's so hard

I see a ship and it is coming down the Thames
Up and down up and down here it comes again
In my binoculars the captain looks sweet
He has tattoos on his arm, and he's really neat

It's so hard

Down at the labour and there's nothing for me
He has a cabin and he's safe at sea
Stowaway tanker is something to he, it's so hard

Meanwhile back in the kitchen there is something real dull
She is standing in her curlers and she's ready to blow
A see thru apron round her waist and her thighs
She says give me one I say no
It's too hard