Real Life Victoria Wood

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[Verse 1]
I knew a man who always worried
That if knocked down by a nineteen
The nurses who to help had hurried
Might find his boxer shorts unclean
And so he washed them all twice daily
And when an accident occurred
The doctor said sadly"I know what he has
The poor man is dead. He's allergic to Daz"

[Refrain]
Cos this is real life

[Verse 2]
Which is always such a mess
Badly designed, under-rehearsed, no proper tunes
We live in real life
Which is not a nice address
Needs doing up
Needs some white paint, needs a few balloons
Life is a fan club and I'm not a fan
Life is a bran tub, no prizes, just bran

[Verse 3]
Take one redundant bus inspector
Who joined the long term unemployed
Applied to funeral director
Was taken on, was overjoyed
He felt, as death is always with us
This job at least would be secure
He shouldered the coffin, the sun on his back
The boss saw him smiling and gave him the sack