Splitting into Three

My dad he drives a tipper For the factory down the lane And every June or July He takes two weeks in Spain He hangs his dirty trousers Behind the bathroom door Where his girlfriend puts her hair up Bath water on the floor My dad goes down the river Each Sunday with his boat And him with Roy and Kevin Drop beer crates on a rope He comes back from the river But his girlfriend's up the pub So all this fish go flying And he storms out in a huff My dad liked Lulu and my mum liked Simon Dee We used to sit together and watch them on TV Then one day it's over and we're splitting into three Sometimes I stay with my mum Her boyfriend's such a sap He once bought me a new rod That I gave to my dad He makes out that he likes me I know it isn't true He's got some stupid stories About the teds he knew My dad and me went drinking My mum turned up alone She said she couldn't take it His car bits in the home I heard them arrange a meeting For later in the day I wonder if they'll make up And be in love again I can see my mum in his arms A smile upon her face I never thought they'd ever make up And be in love again