Gordon wakes up to his lot His teasmade's made another pot of boiling water You know your breakfasts on its plate Gordon your five minutes late it's boring she says it everyday You got your bonds and your "m" reg car The neighbours all think that you'll go far, Gordon Gordon goes into the town His washed and buffed cortina brown and shiny Saturdays are quite a thrill Gordon doesn't rise until 9.30 or when she calls him His mummy bought him the Ark 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 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 his excuses made Then ran home his ego frayed and tattered Gordons locked inside the shed In his hands he holds his head and a hatchet His mummy shouts that he is late Gordon slams the garden gate and walks in If i've told you once gordon i've told you a thousand times Put down that hatchet Gordon or at least draw the blinds so The neighbor's can't see