Tin Tin woke up, it's 3AM
What's keeping her awake just then?
It's her baby daughter crying, what's that smell?
It's a stinky nappy, it's as putrid as hell!
Tin Tin when downstairs to change her
Her tiredness will soon be in danger
Of her 3 year old daughter who asks for some milk
And Tin Tin, normally smooth as silk
Goes to grab her favourite undersea mug
And pours in some milk from a jug
In the living room, Alan sits by himself
Watching a romcom he picked from the shelf
Eating popcorn and drinking Coke,
And thinking, PAH! What a joke
But then his two sons run in
Their eyes wide and sharp as a pin
"Dad, what's this film? Can we watch?"
But up to bed they go, with Alan's strict touch.