Woorden: Madness. Absolutely. Not Home Today.

She says, he's gone away on a short holiday
He won't be back for awhile
The twelve from the bench stood up and hesitated
He'll be leaving right after this trial

Circumstance, evidence, who can cheat providence?
He wished he could go back again
A flick of the wrist, he wished that he missed
Not guilty is all he can say

Pass 'round the gossip now, let's wait and see
Pass 'round the tray now, let's have some tea
My boys haven't seen him, he's been working away
Don't bother looking, he's not home today, not home today

T-shirts and badges with free tickles and smudges
In the end, you'll believe what you feel
When ten hands are aiming and no one is complaining
In a sense, it could be more real

Well, pass 'round the gossip now, let's wait and see
Pass 'round the tray now, let's have some tea
My boys haven't seen him, he's been working away
Don't bother asking, he's not home today, not home today