Mickey MacConnell
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Mickey MacConnell

Well the wife she broke her ankle when she tumbled off the bike

Leaving me to do the housework, a job I never liked

And doing the weekly shopping seemed a dreadful chore to me

'Til I discovered LidldiAldi, LidldiAldi LidldiAldi Lidldidee.


Now I just can't wait for Thursdays when the specials go on view

I'm the first man to the trolleys; I'm the first man in the queue

For now I know what women mean about retail therapy

It's LidldiAldi, LidldiAldi LidldiAldi Lidldidee.


Its angle grinders and black puddings and a pot of German jam

A lump of hairy bacon and a wet suit from Japan

And a pack of streaky rashers, a crate of Russian stout

And a portable generator just in case the lights go out

Alloy wheels and windscreen wipers and a bag of Rooster spuds

An inflatable rubber dinghy to help survive the floods

Spanners, sockets and fish fingers, they're so cheap they're damn near free

At LidldiAldi, LidldiAldi, LidldiAldi, Lidldidee.


Now there's welding rods and prime organic beef to make a hearty stew

A hiking staff and spiky boots for climbing Kathmandu

Big heads of curly cabbage to make you eat your fill

Sledgehammers and bananas and a lovely cordless drill

And there's hatchets and hamburgers and there's tins of beans and peas

And a petrol driven chainsaw for cutting bits off trees

Strimmers, sabres, saws and sausages, computers and TVs

At LidldiAldi, LidldiAldi LidldiAldi Lidldidee.


Now the wife has gone ballistic, marriage heading for the rocks

With her crutches and her shopping bag now she's hobbling round the shops

And she's cut up all me credit cards, I'm sad as sad can be

No more Aldi LidldiAldi, no more Lidldidee for me.

For the shed is full of plastic shit I didn't really want

And the gardens full of furniture and the house is full of plants

And I'm living in the doghouse; Rover, Fido, Shep and me

Because of Aldi LidldiAldi LidldiAldi Lidldidee.


So no more angle grinders nor black puddings, no more pots of German jam

No lumps of hairy bacon, no more wet suits from Japan

No packs of streaky rashers, and I'll have to do without

Another portable generator just in case the lights go out

No alloy wheels, no windscreen wipers, no bags of Rooster spuds

No inflatable rubber dinghies to help survive the floods

For I am living in the doghouse I'm as sad as sad can be,

No more Aldi LidldiAldi, no more Lidldidee for me!

© Mickey MacConnell

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