Lyrics:

In 1978 [Incomprehensible]
Was in a hotel in Notting Hill Gate
Now in 1992
In a hotel in Notting Hill Gate

Abject

I'm too busy to think
I'm too busy to work
Just cannot cut it

Married, two kids
Married, two kids

I pretend to go to work
I pretend to go to work
Got a porta-fax
Aftershave that smells like mustard

I'm married, two kids
Married, two kids

Two pints of lager do me in
And 'The Spirit of Man'
Is a pub I go in

I'm married, two kids
Married, two kids

Have a peculiar
Goatish smell
Am a long-winded article

I'm married, two kids
Married, two kids