Getting To Grips
By Rebekah Mannering
When you can't get to grips wi the mornin'
And ya slept in the bath not yer bed
And ya wake in the suit yer were born in
And yer chin locks itself as yer yawnin'
With an old lady's hat on yer head....
You were dreamin' of skiing in Norway
When ya woke to yer Ma in the doorway
And yer know there's no havin' it your way
Do ya know
What ya said?
Well i can't get to grips wi the mornin'
And i slept in the bath not me bed
And i woke in the suit i was born in
And me chin locked itself cos' of yawnin'
And i borrowed this hat on me head.
If yer just gimme time i'll be fine
Ma
It was just a bad drink in a wine bar
And the lads took the clothes that were mine Ma
Do ya know what she said?
Well ya can't get to grips wi the mornin'
And ya slept in the bath not yer bed
And yer wearin' the suit ya were born in
And yer chin locked itself cos' of yawnin'
Now gimme me hat off yer head!!
And i wish i was skiing in Norway
Not facing me Ma in the doorway
Wi me legs and me face in a poor way
And me Ma's hat on me head.
And i can't get to grips wi the mornin'
And i slept in the bath not me bed
And i'm wearin' the suit i was born in
And me Ma's silly hat's on me head.
