STAY OUTTA TRUBS!

Let’s go!
Down to Gatwick, watching runways
Two pound fifty on the old Ten-P machines
Laugh at names like Croydon Fernandes
Kranz unt Voller from the Human Centipede
Geoff Capes, Ken Bates,
Taking time to tell the tales of Timbuktu
Hit some pubs, stay outta trubs
We never pull unless it’s an old ex-girlfriend

Air cello, oh hello
Play pencil piano over old Raspberries records
Listen to vinyl, from start to finish
Minus Tirith, we wrote to the FA
To announce our retirement from
International Football oh lord how our parents wept
When we told them we wrote to Morrisons
To complain about some shell in a Scotch Egg

Look here, here we come
Look here, here we come

That’s how it was for quite a while
Playing champ for 18 hours a day
Working part-time, drinking red wine
I swear to god everything was A OK
But then suddenly out of nowhere
I got a text from Dennis saying he
Had met a girl called Sophie Buttercup
And he said that he was so in love with her

Look here, here she comes
Look here, here she comes

I dropped my phone
Left all alone
In my home
All alone

Look here, here she comes
Look here, here she comes

Let’s go!
Down to Gatwick, watching runways
Two pound fifty on the old Ten-P machines
Laugh at names like Croydon Fernandes
Kranz unt Voller from the Human Centipede
Geoff Capes, Ken Bates,
Taking time to tell the tales of Timbuktu
Hit some pubs, stay outta trubs
We never pull unless it’s an old ex-girlfriend