[bad word] home from work at night
Sure enough she'll start a fight
Ah, she gets me down all right
That woman of mine

Says she has too much to do
Ah, but if she only knew
How I've grown weary too
With her all the time

She's always brewing trouble and tea
She doesn't seem to care about me, no no
And I'm [bad word] home to hear her moan and groan
No no no no

I return to find no drink
Washing-up pile in the sink?
Little did I ever think
That life would be so

How I wish I could return
To the days for which I yearn
But we have to live and learn
And she'll have to go

She's always brewing trouble and tea
She doesn't seem to care about me, no no
And I'm [bad word] home to hear her moan and groan
No no no no

Trouble and tea
You don't care about me
Trouble and tea
Don't care about me
No no no no no no
Don't care about me no more
Trouble and tea
Don't care about me