The Bedroom Philosopher - Middle Aged Mum lyrics

I'm not sure this is the direction I wanted to be going in And I'm not just talking about Preston Gregory seems so distant granted he's in Iraq I never should've talked him into expanding his filled potato business All the children are grown up And I don't know if they need their mama anymore All the children are grown up And I don't know if they need their mama anymore All I've had today is a lamington So upset I come from the school of soft hugs Perhaps I should go back to TAFE There's shopping to be done And the children oh do they need their mama? All I have is the budgie He's off his cruskits I'll hire a caravan we can go camping You can bring the kids We'll do our dancing I'm not sure this is the direction I wanted to be going in And I'm not just talking about backwards Oh they need their mama Penelope she never writes to me Granted she does send forwards of funny cats It must be this Margaret Atwood novel making me cry Last night I dreamt I was making a salad for Andre Rieu And I was making a real mess of it God Oh c'mon Gwen Oh c'mon Gwen Now and then you can give into these feelings But now c'mon Gwen All I've had today is a lemonade And a lamington I'm going to Flemington to buy a Lady Remington Oh I love my life All the children are grown up And I don't know if they need their mama anymore All the children are grown up And I don't know if they need their mama anymore I suppose it was all for the best AMWAY Perhaps I could sell some Avon I do use a lot of facial cream