He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake,
He said my biscuits were too hard,
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't park the coffee right,
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks the way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer,
I was looking for a clue.
I turned round and smacked the shit out of him....
Like his mother used to do.