Break this silence, it's time to go home He can smell the cooking burning See his face is cold and pale He needs to get the washing turning Unshaven and under fed He's so sad, his wife she beats him Things are not going too well But he's happy when he's cleaning Bored in his home, poor Mr. Marigold He says that it's fun to try Planting bulbs and pressing flowers Soapy water, homemade bread Day time TV pa**es hours Define his life, define his life of pain It wallows deep with no self purpose All his burdens, he carries well Until one day the hate will surface Bored in his home, poor Mr. Marigold Bored in his home, poor Mr. Marigold Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there Oh, Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there...