Dave and Mary

Dave and Mary quite contrary live in a council block
High in the sky, they wonder why
They have to strengthen their front door lock
They’re living on dreams and custard creams
And laying awake at night
Living in fear like all the old dears
Something just ain’t right
Though he looks quite old, he’s only twenty three
He’s the father of a boy and a girl you see
He scrimps and saves on his pittance of pay
Just to keep his old woman at bay
Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones
Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones
Well, the world’s full of Dave and Marys
But what have they done wrong?
They tried too hard, they’ve been mentally scarred
They’re singing the same old song
The story of Dave and Mary is a typical tragedy
The only things they’ve got left in life
Are the kids and an old Capri
She looks a mess in her tatty old dress
She never wears make-up, she couldn’t care less
The baby was born on the day she left school
She doesn’t believe in nothing at all
Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones
Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones