Adulting at Mum’s Place Verse 1 Yeah, I'm thirty-two, still parked in Mum's semi, Cost of living's mad, don't judge me, hear me? Got a degree on the wall and a job in the City, But the rent's so high it's almost comical, innit? Dad's in the garden arguing with the mower, Says he's fixed it twice, now he's fixing it slower. Mum's shouting, "Tea's ready!" from the bottom of the stairs, Like a national announcement broadcast everywhere. I pay my bit, chip in for the gas and leccy, Still get asked where I'm going if I'm leaving after twenty. Got mates with mortgages, posting keys on Insta, I'm posting Sunday roast with Yorkshire puds and gravy pictures. Chorus I'm an adult in my childhood room, Trying to make grown-up plans that bloom. One eye on Rightmove, one eye on bills, Climbing life's mountain in hand-me-down hills. Yeah, we're all squeezed tight, that's the truth these days, So I stay with the family while I find my way. Not glamorous, mate, but we're getting through, Living with my parents like half the country's doing too. Verse 2 Still got football posters from two decades back, Next to spreadsheets tracking every saving I've stacked. Doing Zoom meetings while Mum hoovers the hall, "Sorry, team, that's not construction, that's my mother, that's all." Dad knocks once, then enters anyway, Holding some obscure screw he's found that day. "Think this belongs to your bike from 2003." Cheers, Dad, appreciate the historical archaeology. Friday night takeaway, everyone's debating, Politics, weather, who's overpaid in the ratings. Three generations of opinions at the table, Somehow disagreeing while remaining stable. Chorus I'm an adult in my childhood room, Trying to make grown-up plans that bloom. One eye on Rightmove, one eye on bills, Climbing life's mountain in hand-me-down hills. Yeah, we're all squeezed tight, that's the truth these days, So I stay with the family while I find my way. Not glamorous, mate, but we're getting through, Living with my parents like half the country's doing too. Outro So here's to the grown-ups back under the roof, Making it work, that's the practical truth. Not every life's got a penthouse view, Sometimes success is saving enough to move. Till then I'll laugh when Mum says, "Shoes off, please," And Dad explains interest rates over a cup of tea. British family chaos, familiar and true, An adult at home but still moving forward too.
