Got A Room?

Just as you think it's nice and quiet
Along comes the boy to start up a riot
Every time they've not got the kids
Their relationship seems to hit the skids
He's home this morning for they've had a row
Always when drinking. What is it now?
She's been dancing with someone she shouldn't
He's had a fag when she told him he couldn't
This only happens when the alcohol flows
And how many times has it happened? Who knows...
When they're sober they're sweet and it's covered in fluff
When drunk they get nasty, things get a bit rough
Not sure if they've committed any mortal sin
But the upshot is that he's moving back in!
What does a man do to get any peace
I'm already at work as a form of release
Moved in and out thrice, so this'll make four
Jesus H Christ I can't take any more!
There'll be socks on the landing and shoes everywhere
Clothes just discarded on his way up the stairs
Gadgets and gizmos all over the place
And the accompanying wires make me fall on my face
Mrs Lee's happy, rent will help, we've no money
But oh, the upheaval is quite far from funny
I'm gonna grab 'em and bang their heads together
Sort yourselves out, dry your own stormy weather
It's not definite yet, but I'm leaning towards gloom
In the meantime, Opussia, anyone got a room?