Mr. Marigold
Break this silence, it's time to go home
He can smell the cooking burning
See his face is cold and pale
He needs to get the washing turning
Unshaven and under fed
He's so sad, his wife she beats him
Things are not going too well
But he's happy when he's cleaning

Bored in his home, poor Mr. Marigold

He says that it's fun to try
Planting bulbs and pressing flowers
Soapy water, homemade bread
Day time TV passes hours
Define his life, define his life of pain
It wallows deep with no self purpose
All his burdens, he carries well
Until one day the hate will surface

Bored in his home, poor Mr. Marigold
Bored in his home, poor Mr. Marigold
Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there
Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there
Oh, Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there
Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there...