Now you waltz for your dinner,
as you once sang for your supper,
you think it shouldn’t matter,
But you know you’ve got to please her.
She asks questions you cannot answer,
about the child born in a manger,
or an immanent terrorist danger,
but you still try just to please her.
You try talking about the weather,
but she’s like Jack the Ripper.
she is building up her anger,
she feels you do not p1ease her.
This time it’s now or never,
so you don’t beg to differ,
you don’ t try to appease her,
Now you no longer please her.