Paycheck came this evening, it's Friday afternoon
This bottle Lord will last until at least tomorrow noon
The children watch and wonder as he sips his life away
I'm here to ask you people
Ain't there a better way

Mother is a member of the local PTA
Place bridge and drinks martinis with the girls on Saturday
A little nip for breakfast gets Mama on her way
I'm here to tell you people
That there must be a better way

They rush home every Sunday right after Sunday School
Just enough to teach the kids about the golden rule
As they rush home to the bottle you can hear the children say
Oh Lord, oh Lord up in Heaven
Won't you show me a better
Got to be a better
There must be a better way