White bread lifestyle

Every morning starts the same, two slices of mothers pride

Spread with Anchor butter, Marmalade on the side

Golden Jell you understand, got no peel or pips

wouldn't spoil her white bread life 

dealing with lumps and bits

Thermostat's set to twenty five, far too hot for most

but whats the point of central heating if your not as warm as toast

Double glazing keeps the weather out, wouldn't want to feel a draught 

Couldn't spoil her white bread life

dealing with fire and hearth

Luncheon is at twelve o'clock, she takes a portion from the freezer

pops it own the microwave, she knows its designed to please her.

She eats her lunch upon her lap in front of a TV screen 

wouldn't spoil her white bread life 

having to cook and clean

She's never rode the rapids down, or stood on a mountain top

She's never got in at 8am, still in her party frock

she's never seen her hard work fail, or watched her lover die

for she lives an insulated white bread life

and her days   drip    slowly     by