Now Paddy was painting the bedroom,

his wife had gone out to the shops,

the radio playing full volume,

and blaring out Pick of the Pops.

 

The missus came back with the shopping,

to find Paddy lathered in sweat;

as his paintbrush just kept right on flopping,

he muttered a rude epithet.

 

She said what on earth are you doing?

No wonder you’re feeling so hot,

with that sweltering fleece you are wearing

and an overcoat over the lot!

 

Now Paddy said, grinning insanely,

I’ve been carefully reading the notes

on the tin where it says it quite plainly,

that it’s best if it’s done in two coats.