Billy Bragg - Honey I'm A Big Boy Now Lyrics






I can see the kitchen light
From the road where I park my bike
But it's dark there as it often is these days
And the gloomy living room
Really needs a dust and a broom
But I can't brush your memory away

Her father was an admiral
In someone else's navy
And she had seen the World before I met her
She would wash and cook and clean
And all the other things between
And like a fool I just sat there and let her

Now I can feed and wash and dress myself
And I can sleep without the light on
Honey, I'm a big boy now
I don't know what she does With all the money that I sent her
She's running round the town with the Young Pretender

I haven't touched the garden
Since the day she walked away
From a love affair that bore only bitter fruit
She took everything she wanted
Which is why she left me here
With these pots and pans and my old wedding suit

A letter came one morning
That she would not let me see
And from that day I began to realise
That she would one day break
The home we tried to make
For sinners cannot live in paradise





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  1. p.... h....

    Lovely track . Piano.

  2. s.... ....

    I'm remember seeing Billy perform this live on The Tube back in the day accompanied by a piano player. Would love to see it again

  3. C.... K....

    Was looking for a diaper commercial, this was equally satisfying, IN A GOOD WAY I MEAN I LOVED THAT COMMERCIAL, NOT CAUSE OF THE KIDS, BECAUSE OF THE JINGLE OH GOD I'M SORRY YOU SOUND GREAT I'M GONNA GO NOW BYE

  4. T.... T....

    A true American legend. What he's done for pop music and the pathways he has paved for the boy bands of today is a true inspiration.

    R.I.P. William Braggs (1950-2000)

    T.... T....

    he's a britt - still alive

    T.... T....

    ....yeah, the bard of Barking (England) and well known political activist .....😎

  5. E.... G....

    um. pretty sure this song isnt about small dicks. i feel ya though

  6. S.... W....

    Let the poet sing!

  7. M.... Q....

    One of my all-time favourite Billy Bragg songs and that piano accompaniment really adds something.

    I'm wondering if there are any other songs of heartbreak that warn of the perils of not pulling your weight on with the domestic chores, or is this a one-of-a-kind...? Anyone?

  8. 2.... ....

    Why? Why? Why? Why only 378 hits? And they all whine about that Beiber brat! Get some of this intaya! RED WEDGE... NOT DEAD!!!!!

  9. O.... ....

    Beautiful. Memories of living in a squat in Oxford playing in an Irish folk band, broken hearted because the woman I was besotted with turned out to be less than I thought she was. Thank you.

    O.... ....

    Could still squat. What has changed?