Tighten Up

Mama don't like your holey shoes

Scrapping in the back yard-four be two

Daddy's smokin' motor didn't make it up the hill

Mama can't pay, she got one day

She got no money for the telephone bill

Tighten up, tighten up

Everything falls apart

Mama says to Papa now 'Where ya been?'

Papa says 'I'm sorry Mama, I got a full skin'

Mama get excited, she having an attack

Mama spins round, Daddy hits the ground

For too long now she's been taking up the slack

Tighten up, tighten up

Everything falls apart

Jimmy coming home now-see him on the run

Mama's going through the cupboards, looking for a can

Daddy on a ladder, TV on the blink

Mama can't think, Daddy's feeling like a drink

And all the dirty dishes, lord, are piling up the sink!

Tighten up, tighten up

Everything falls apart

Tighten up, tighten up

Everything falls apart