Barbara Dickson - Upstairs In My Room lyrics

George : Daughter, oh daughter, Come and open the door Where is your heart and compa**ion? Mother : Leave him down there, love, Now his beer money's gone He wants the food what's on ration George : Throw us me ration book So as least I can eat? Viv : There's a black market man The end of our street Father goes to him and he flogs off our grub George : Loan me a shilling For an hour down the pub Mother : Leave him, dear daughter of mine George : Hurry, dear daughter of mine Mother : Leave him, dear daughter of mine George : Hurry, dear daughter of mine Mother : Leave him, dear daughter of mine George : Hurry, dear daughter of mine Viv : Me dad's epileptic Me mother is ill She knows she should leave him But she never will do. Me mam is a martyr, Me dad's a non-starter The family's future is gloomy. Young Viv : I'm better off hiding, Upstairs in me room. Viv : Me dad never works Spends his life on the sick Mother : Daughter, oh daughter While your father's out cold Viv : Don't leave nothin' lyin' Around or he'll nick it Mother : Let's hide the tea and the sugar Viv : A boozer? The worst He is constantly thirsty But here there's no harm can come to me Mother : Under the mattress Now and hush! Not a word! Viv : Not while I can daydream Upstairs in me room Mother : He'll never look there the bugger! George : Daughter, oh daughter I'm not long for this world I feel the end slowly nearin' Daughter, I ask thee, Lend us ten bleedin' bob So I may leave with some beer in! Where has thy mother Hid the sugar and tea? Find it and flog it, Then bring bra** back to me Don't tha' say nowt la** Or else thou'll get some fist Just shut it, dear daughter of mine Young Viv : I'd look through me letters Them lads on me mind Could anyone love me Be gentle and kind too I'd start fantasizing And hey it's surprising The funniest shivers run through me I hope no-one finds me Upstairs in me room George : Daughter, oh daughter What's that tha's got there? Summat that tha' wants kept hidden? Who wrote these letters? Is tha' seeing some lad? Have I not said, that's forbidden? He touched your thingies? Tha's a bag and a who*e Filth, muck and rubbish! Tha' won't see him no more How could you shame me? I'll take care of thee! Now tha's gettin' what-for, Thou art no daughter of mine! Young Viv : I know me dad loves me He knocks me about. He says I've been dirty Although I've done nowt - yet! If that's what you bleedin' Well get just for reading I might as well let someone do me Hey, Matt! Tha's got lucky. Upstairs in me room