When she’s got her head on
nobody can do nowt right.
You offer to carry some of the weight.
She shrugs you off and struggles uphill.
And you know later she’ll say it’s allus
her does everything and you do nowt.
And when tha does do owt, summat
allus gets brok, like dozen eggs
smashed over pavement when you said:
“Give us that here,” to help her out.
Later she’ll say her shoulders and wrists hurt,
and you do nothing to help.
Says you’re an orcud sod.