I think we are beyond help,
We've all gone slightly mad,
All over brendan Brady,
Yes it seems a little sad,
But you normal people would understand,
Our obsession with the stars,
If all you had to do all day,
Was change little ones stinky arse!
And mop up pee and vomit and food,
And tidy up toys and crap,
And the only man you see all day is mr tumble,
Who I'd personally love to slap!
So give us this day our half an hour,
when the clock shall chime at seven,
And let us sail away to fantasy land,
And a little double b heaven!!!