I got on my rubber boots, my gloves and my hat
Off to my local town, that's where my place is at
I love to browse around the shops, though hubby doesn't know
He likes to keep his pennies, and watch the savings grow.
My daughter spends her cash like it's going out of fashion
And when she opens her wardrobe, my hubby's face is ashen
For she has so many clothes and I have a collection too
Though often it is hidden "Oh I've had it a year or two"
When the time comes for a vacation, the cases we will stuff
Poor old hubby has so little, he never has enough.
With passports ready at the gate, we girls are waved right through
While our personal beast of burden lags further down the queue
He's laden with all the shopping, perfumes and the bags
And under both his armpits are our holiday girlie mags
The plane takes off for warmer climes and hubby falls asleep
He's snoring over the engines, he's collapsed in a heap
Not one thing will stir him not even turbulance in flight
I think I'd better wake him, he'll never sleep tonight.
Bump go the wheels and we're back in greece Yippee!
Can't wait to get off the plane I love it there you see
And hubby trails behind the crowd, as we begin to board the bus
He's dragging all the baggage and most of it's for us
Dreams of past summer vacations are all that we can do
Winter is upon us, the cold day's and feeling blue
Just wait until next year when we'll be off again
We'll just have to put up with wind and all the rain