She left in the middle of the night with the kids 
Wrapped in a blanket with a packet of crisps 
Heading for her mothers on another estate 
The kids looked up at the light and the rain 
In the middle of the night such adventures made 
For two little kids staying up late 
It was rainy and windy as winter was bleak 
At four in the morning on King George Street 
She couldn't get to sleep where on Earth had he gone 
The door opened wide and the light went on 
He was drunk as a lord with a tyre mark hat 
Falling in the hall on top of the cat 
Singing Viva Espana to a crying wife 
He took a swing at the shade on the light 
They were knocking on the doors dressed like refugees 
In the pouring rain on King George Street 

She won't have that behaviour in her house any more 
He's got to sober up or get kicked out of the door 
Down on the corner the kids at his feet 
As daddy comes home on King George Street 

They stood around the kettle and watched as it brewed 
Sneezing into hankies hands all blue 
The next evening he came around to the house 
With a bunch of flowers they locked him out 
He peered through the window 
Mouthed words through the air 
Her lips to a cup she saw him out there 
The kids came running but were they happy to see 
Their daddy back home on King George Street