Woo-hoo-hoo la-di-da

Its Friday night and were feeling rosy
The free booze flows and we all get cosy
In the troubadour club on Brompton road
Run by a fat man and a toad

Sssh they say were listening to the music
Sssh they say youre talking too much
Oh oh they look at us so evil
On stage at 11 so we miss the bus

Oh he is such a fool
Oh we drank from the abuse

Bang bang we cant play
We cant be arsed anyway
And if you give us this wine, make us wait all this time
Well give you the show for which you paid

So up steps Steve, hes drunk all the wine
If that fat bloke says anything, even one more time
so we started playing it was lots of fun
with hands of beer and feet of rum

The compere wants to punch our drummer
He leaps off stage and holds that bummer
Ive just been verbally assaulted mate
And the policeman laughed at the dressings rooms state

If they treat you bad at a gig, find the fire extinguishers
If they shush you, push you, try to punch you
Spray it in their face and then smash up the place
And get that little compere out of his hiding place

And he works in a cheese-shop thats not a proper job!
And he works in a cheese-shop what kind of jobs that?


=* tuyla