My Friend Kate - Joan Gaffney
It often makes me wonder
It often makes me think
When I rise up in the morning
To greasy dishes in the sink
I’ve put soda on the griddle
And rashers on the pan
But Kate she’s in Majorca
Cos she never got a man.
I’ve a week in hospital
To get a nice new ba
I keep changing nappies
In the footsteps of me ma
I’ll get a day in Warrenpoint
And I’ll try to get a tan
But Kate, she’s in Jamacia
Cos she never got a man.
My man says he loves me
And it might even be true
I wonder will he say the same
When I hit fifty-two?
But the Avon lady’s calling
And I’ll look the best I can
But Kate, she’s in Bermuda
Cos she never got a man.
With scrubbing dirty collars
And stoking up the fire
My poor ould body’s aching
For I never get an hour
I’m rushing like the devil
For here comes the hungry clan
But Kate, she’s in America
Cos she never got a man.
Now do you wonder why I wonder
Do you wonder what I think
When I’m here up to the oxters
In this matrimonial sink
While Kate she’s in Africa
Australia or Japan
Lying in the lap of luxury
Cos she never got a man.