| Now Constance George has got a voice like a tonic |
| Mix it with gin and its got a kick to it |
| Don’t care for novellas, prune juice or flans |
| Shes makin' up for time stolen by her old man |
| Shes walks with a goose step |
| And cooks like it’s a can can |
| Falls to bed like ice in a tumbler |
| Shes makin' up for time stolen by her old man |
| She’s got soul |
| Now she’s as strong as the family have been for years |
| 'Cos she wears her hair down to fight the disease |
| Living a life that ain’t been scripted before |
| Hard hat cravings outside the front door |
| She walks with a goose step |
| And cooks like it’s a can can |
| Falls to bed like ice in a tumbler |
| She’s makin' up for time stolen by her old man |
| She’s got soul |
| She’s got soul |
| Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh |
| She walks with a goose step |
| And cooks like it’s a can can |
| Falls to bed like ice in a tumbler |
| She’s makin' up for time stolen by her old man |
| She’s got soul |