Never argue with Nanna
You will never win that fight
Even when you're sure she's wrong
It will turn out that she's right
Don't go running to Poppy
He will never take your side
Promised all those years ago
To love and obey the bride
He has now learned the secret
On how to control his fear
He discovered the response
Of course you're right, yes dear

And if one day you find out
She has finally got it wrong
Might be best to take a trip
To the moon like Neil Armstrong
Seven days might be enough
For her blood to settle down
Just be careful what you say
Do not try and play the clown
Retreat's not a backward step
When confronted by a sneer
Survival is what matters
So just smile and say, yes dear


Try and soothe her wounded pride
But do it with gentle care
Maybe a nice compliment
'Bout the colour in her hair
Tell her grey is all the rage
In the women's magazines
And mention how she fills out
Her size sixteen denim jeans
Remember if things go wrong
There is always Aussie beer
Offer her one, she'll say no
Whatever you want, yes dear