Yet another night in front of the box
And do I hear anything?, well no, not a lot
Between the over ambitious commentary of he
Who then proceeds to call his friends on his moby
But not quietly or discreetly is this done
Oh no, he likes the sound of his own voice, does this one

The children have had their tea
And are ready for bed and a story
I've desperately hurried them ready
In time for a cuppa and corrie
Later, he announces, one minute, don't nag
I'm just messaging my friend, stop losing you're rag.


Later he said, ten minutes ago now
As the clicking of keys stir yet another row
Never mind children, he won't be long
Come sit with me while I sing you a song, mmm


There once was a girl called Miss Cherry box, mm
Who got to watch all she wanted on the box
She came out at night, she was bold, she was bright
She didn't take any messing, oh no
She didn't take any shite, mm mm

She was a queen of the night
She was firm, yet polite
A spark in the dark
Rode wild horses through the parks
She is the spirit that is now in me, yes