Now Constance George has got a voice like a tonic
Mix it with gin and its got a kick to it
DonÂ’t care for novellas, prune juice or flans
Shes makinÂ’ up for time stolen by her old man
Shes walks with a goose step
And cooks like itÂ’s a can can
Falls to bed like ice in a tumbler
Shes makinÂ’ up for time stolen by her old man
SheÂ’s got soul

Now sheÂ’s as strong as the family have been for years
Â’Cos she wears her hair down to fight the disease
Living a life that ainÂ’t been scripted before
Hard hat cravings outside the front door
She walks with a goose step
And cooks like itÂ’s a can can
Falls to bed like ice in a tumbler
SheÂ’s makinÂ’ up for time stolen by her old man
SheÂ’s got soul
SheÂ’s got soul

Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh

She walks with a goose step
And cooks like itÂ’s a can can
Falls to bed like ice in a tumbler
SheÂ’s makinÂ’ up for time stolen by her old man
SheÂ’s got soul