Razzmatazz

You started getting fatter,
three weeks after I left you.
And now you're going with some kid who looks like some bad comedian.
Are you gonna go out?
Or are you sitting at home eating boxes of Milk Tray?
Watch TV on your own, aren't you the one,
with your razzmatazz and your nights on the town?

And your father wants to help you doesn't he babe?
But your mother wants to put you away.
Now no-one's gonna care,
if you don't call them when you said.
And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed.
And all those stupid little things,
they ain't working,
no they ain't working any more.