*Sunday Night*
*is dancing in the kitchen and bobbing his head to the new AC/DC song he has playing on the radio, popping in some scones into the oven, wiggling his arse as he bends down. He takes off his mitts after closing the oven door, and then starts putting away some of the clean dishes from the dishwasher*
*He starts singing loudly over the music, Molly in her highchair as she plays with an activity book*
One hot southern belle
Son of a devil
A school boy spelling bee
A school girl with a fantasy
One hot ring a bell
Old school rebel
A ten for the revelry
Diamond of the agency
Shake it, Shake it
Take it to the spot
You know she make it really hot Yeah
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it what you got
You know she’s just like a
....runnaway train, running off the track... yeah, the runaway train...she's coming off the track...
*Door bell rings*
*John goes to answer it, still slightly dancing*
*He starts singing loudly over the music, Molly in her highchair as she plays with an activity book*
One hot southern belle
Son of a devil
A school boy spelling bee
A school girl with a fantasy
One hot ring a bell
Old school rebel
A ten for the revelry
Diamond of the agency
Shake it, Shake it
Take it to the spot
You know she make it really hot Yeah
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it what you got
You know she’s just like a
....runnaway train, running off the track... yeah, the runaway train...she's coming off the track...
*Door bell rings*
*John goes to answer it, still slightly dancing*