How much d**h works
No one knows what a long
Day he puts in. The little
Wife always alone
Ironing d**h's laundry
The beautiful daughters
Setting d**h's supper table
The neighbors playing
Pinochle in the backyard
Or just sitting on the steps
Drinking beer. d**h
Meanwhile, in a strange
Part of town looking for
Someone with a bad cough
But the address somehow wrong
Even d**h can't figure it out
Among all the locked doors...
And the rain beginning to fall
Long windy night ahead
d**h with not even a newspaper
To cover his head, not even
A dime to call the one pining away
Undressing slowly, sleepily
And stretching naked
On d**h's side of the bed