All Those Invaders

A man’s home is his castle it sure needs a moat Or, even better to get there, his own, ferry boat Cause’, it seems his castle is not quite his home After he has finished with the visitors syndrome There is that darn postie who delivers everyday Charity bags and bin persons every Wednesday Then there are those food delivery, menu flyers Scrap and have you got any old antique buyers Double glazing, charity collectors, as the works Nowt that really gives you in your pocket perks The monthly gardener, and that window cleaner Then local food delivery that goes in the freezer Cats in the garden making their daily nature call The Kids next door, please, can we have our ball The list goes on and on, it never really does end All these invaders, sending me around the bend