I’m not sure this is the direction I wanted to be going in
And I’m not just talking about Preston
Gregory seems so distant granted he’s in Iraq
I never should’ve talked him into expanding his filled potato business

All the children are grown up
And I don’t know if they need their mama anymore
All the children are grown up
And I don’t know if they need their mama anymore

All I’ve had today is a lamington
So upset
I come from the school of soft hugs
Perhaps I should go back to TAFE
There’s shopping to be done
And the children oh do they need their mama?
All I have is the budgie
He’s off his cruskits
I’ll hire a caravan we can go camping
You can bring the kids
We’ll do our dancing
I’m not sure this is the direction I wanted to be going in
And I’m not just talking about backwards
Oh they need their mama
Penelope she never writes to me
Granted she does send forwards of funny cats
It must be this Margaret Atwood novel making me cry
Last night I dreamt I was making a salad for Andre Rieu
And I was making a real mess of it
God
Oh c’mon Gwen
Oh c’mon Gwen
Now and then you can give into these feelings
But now c’mon Gwen
All I’ve had today is a lemonade
And a lamington
I’m going to Flemington to buy a Lady Remington
Oh I love my life

All the children are grown up
And I don’t know if they need their mama anymore
All the children are grown up
And I don’t know if they need their mama anymore
I suppose it was all for the best
AMWAY
Perhaps I could sell some Avon
I do use a lot of facial cream

 

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