text: Grandma, do you really not remember about granddad?
  Course I do!
  How could I forget your granddad, Billy
  We were married thirty-three year
  So what was like like
  He was a complete . . . Bastard!
  I hated the sod - for thirty-three year
  We should never have married of that Im quite clear
  He spent the housekeeping money on whiskey and beer
  And never lifted a finger
  Times were hard, but the swine rolled back pissed
  So wed fight and hed swing and he rarely missed
  So Id clobber the sod when he couldnt resist:
  Asleep, you cant lift a finger
  But wed go dancing
  And hed hold me tight
  He was air, He was water, He was breath, He was light
  And he would hold me there, with all his might
  And it was bliss for an hour or so
  But then they called time to go
  And in the morning we were sober
  O hed drink and hed talk just like a fool
  Lie like a bairn and snore like a mule
  Rarely was sober, pretty much was the rule
  And he never lifted a finger
  I suppose times were hard, things were different then
  Women were women and men, they were men
  Seventeen, that was it, your life ended when you had a ring around your finger
  But wed go dancing, he was me own Brando
  And for a moment there my heart was a-glow
  We had dust in our hair and nowhere to go
  Boo we were free for an hour or three
  From the people we had to be
  But in the morning we were sober
  But if I went through my time again
  Oh Id do it without the help of men
  Or at least your Grandad
  But then again, you know
  Best not to linger
  What is the use of dreaming now?
  I had my chance, well anyhow
  If Id only known then what I know now
  Idve given them all the finger
  And gone dancing, and not give a shit
  And spin around and reel and love each bit
  And Id dance alone and enjoy it
  And Id be me for an entire life
  Instead of somebodys wife
  And I never would be sober
  And I never would be sober