Gordon wakes at two o'clock
He sees through his phone another bottle of boiling water
He has his breakfast on his plate
Gordon, you're five minutes late
Gordon, she says it every day
Gordon, you've got your buttons and your M.H. car
The neighbours all think that you'll go far, Gordon
Gordon goes into the town
He's washed and buffed, all tin and brown and shiny
Saturdays are quite a thrill
Gordon doesn't buy himself
9:30 She calls him
His mummy bought him the Oil Royal
Don't start it now or your tea will spoil, Gordon
His mummy won't let him make dates
And so Gordon masturbates himself to sleep
Gordon has a single scotch and looks at his watch
And sees it is 9:30
Once a girl sat on his lap
Removed his cap and said that he was lovely
Gordon is excused his way
Then below his ego flies a tatter
Gordon's locked inside a shed
Ellis earns the opposite end and the hatchet
His mummy shouts that he's late
Gordon slams the garden gate and walks in
I've told you once, Gordon
I've told you a thousand times
Put down that hatchet, Gordon
Or next Gordon flies and the neighbours can't see
Careful, miss, it's dangerous
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