She jumps outta bed, stumbles to the kitchen
cooks his breakfast, full of nutrition
brings it to her husband on a tray
it's a thankless task but she don't mind it, coz
Sunday's coming and she's excited
Those Racing gents have named it Ladies Day

Yes it's Ladies Day,
way to make the ladies happy
give the mums a break
from those filthy dirty nappies
give 'em half a day
off their darning and their mending
but that's not to say it's
not a trifle condescending

She rings her galpals - they're all giggles - they
love the way their man's butt wiggles
they're hoping that the barman is a spunk!
they jump into their Datsun Celicas
an ounce of luck, they'll see a male streaker, just
hope those moselles don't get them too drunk

Yes it's Ladies Day,
way to make the ladies mellow
they've forgotten their horse
but they think he's wearing yellow
hope they back a winner
would be such a perfect ending
to their lovely outing
though a trifle condescending