Charles Brown works hard all day Doesn't get home till the sky’s gray Sees his children tucked in bed He's a man that gets them fed Sits down by the fireside The tears fill his eyes The wind blowing And the storm is growing Aren't you glad you're inside? What a quiet life he's had Don't you think it's very sad? Stays his bed till ten o'clock On his weekly one day off Takes his kids down to the park Till the sky starts getting dark What a quiet life he's had Don't you think it's very sad? Monday morning comes so fast Makes him wonder How the time goes past Another week of graft and grime Another week's HP to find What a quiet life he's had Don't you think it's very sad?