When the sky's all crazed with lightning While the clouds roll black and frightening Like the world's started smouldering somewhere And a huge old thunderboomer Sounds its guns, come be our roomer
On the back of an old kitchen chair. When a schoolbus or a dumptruck swerves Like Dodgem cars on highway curves
While gasps, shouts, and shrieks fill the air As your car spins like Pavlova did, You're safer on our sofa-bed
Upheld by an old kitchen chair.
And we swear (Yes, we swear)
We'll be there (We'll be ... etc.)
When the rain, snow, and sleet fill the air,
Where we'll share
On the back of an old kitchen chair.
We won't question your opinions While you roost in our dominions,
They're your own and we simply don't care. We won't ask you what your father does 'Cause things like that don't bother us
On the heights of an old kitchen chair. If your folks are influential That won't serve for your credential;
If your forebears are known, just forbear. Even though you're high and mighty We'll still offer you a nightie
Off the back of an old kitchen chair.
When the bear
Seeks his lair
While upheaval and need fill the air,
Meals to spare
And a berth on our old kitchen chair. Reprinted by permission.