(Rab Noakes)
Chorus:
But there's not a woman in the world
Who can tidy up his mess
Some of them tried, some of them cried
And some of them couldn't care less
Somebody knocked over an ashtray
Somebody kicked over a beer
Somebody's yelling out, Where the hell are we
Another voice answers, Who cares
There's no paper in the toilet
Not one clean cup in the place
And when the wheel doesn't move he won't oil it
Because he's not running any race
He doesn't know if it's June or September
Sometimes he can't tell left from right
If he asks you the time and you say, Half past nine
He says, Is it morning or is it night
But he knows the way that he wants to live
He puts his feet where he wants them to be
And he's always got something he's willing to give you
And he looks at what he wants to see
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)
Tune: Sung for the Song