3 O’CLOCK ALARM CALL

 

My son is a student

And he still lives at home

But he seems to drink more than he studies

And when he comes home at 3 in the morning much the worse for drink

He cannot differentiate between the bathroom and my wardrobe

 

My father has Alzheimer’s

And he still lives at home

He spends most of his time in a state of confusion

And when he gets up at 3 in the morning to answer the call of nature

He cannot differentiate between the bathroom and my wardrobe

 

I am at the end of my tether

I wish I didn’t live at home

Unfortunately, I still have to work for a living

Yet I wake up at 3 in the morning to find my son, my father or both

In my wardrobe pissing in my shoes