Funny old man moaning

Funny old man moaning
That's all I ever heard
Sat in your chair
Like some wily old bird
Underpants bubbling on the stove
Roll up hanging from your lip
And the snooker bored us on tv
Then you'd take a leisurely kip
We'd press another button
My older sister and I
And you'd jump from your slumber
Like a spider snaring a fly
Dad would plead 'but Bill their kids'
You'd demand the snooker stay on
And mum the voice of reason
Would say, 'dad let them have fun'
Then the weary old shuffle
As you made your way upstairs
Knowing we'd won with allies
'Grange Hill!', who really cares
Funny how memories grip you
And they never let you go
Yes you moaned you really did
But I miss you more than you know