With a little beer in the fridge

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A little beer in the fridge (A little help from my friends Lennon/McCartney) 

A little beer in the fridge. 
My wife has left me, for a man on the sea, 
And left me alone with the kids. 
I tried to sell,May for a snip on eBay, 
But I just couldn't get any bids. 
I get by with a little beer in the fridge, 
I get high with a little beer in the fridge. 

What can I do now my wife is away, 
Can I play out all night, not go home?
 How will it look if she's gone off for good,
 Could I cope all the time on my own? 
I'll get by with a little beer in the fridge. 
I get high with a little beer in my fridge.

 Should I feed anybody? 
I need some food for the sprogs. 
Should I please anybody? 
I've plenty in for the dogs. 
Why she left me, when she looks such a fright 
That sailor must be out of his mind. 
Wait till he sees what she's like in daylight, 
She'll be back here in double quick time. 
Should I feed anybody?
 I need some food for the sprogs. 
Should I please anybody? 
I've plenty in for the dogs.
 I'll get by with a little beer in my fridge. 
I'll get by with a little beer in my fridge. 
A little beer in my fridge.
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