Dave and Mary quite contrary live in a council block High in the sky, they wonder why They have to strengthen their front door lock They're living on dreams and custard creams And laying awake at night Living in fear like all the old dears Something just ain't right Though he looks quite old, he's only twenty three He's the father of a boy and a girl you see He scrimps and saves on his pittance of pay Just to keep his old woman at bay Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones Well, the world's full of Dave and Marys But what have they done wrong? They tried too hard, they've been mentally scarred They're singing the same old song The story of Dave and Mary is a typical tragedy The only things they've got left in life Are the kids and an old Capri She looks a mess in her tatty old dress She never wears make-up, she couldn't care less The baby was born on the day she left school She doesn't believe in nothing at all Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones