Lyrics
1. Verse:
Dark and grey, an English Film the Wednesday Play.
We allways watch the Queen on Christmas Day.
Won't You stay?
Close Your eyes see shipwrecked sailors, Your still dry.
The outlook's fine though, Wales might have some rain.
Saved again.
Chorus:
Let's skip the news, boy. I'll make some tea.
The Arabs and the Jews, boy, too much for me.
They get me confused, boy. Puts me off to sleep.
And the thing I hate, oh, Lord,
is staying up late
to watch some debate
on some nations fate.
2. Verse:
Hypnotised by Batman, Tarzan; still surprised!
You've won the West in time to be our guest.
Name Your prize!
Drop of wine; a glass of bear, dear. What's the time?
The grime on the tine is mine, all mine, all mine.
Five past nine.
Chorus:
Blood on the rooftops. Venice in the spring.
Streets of San Francisco. A word from Peking.
The trouble was started by young Erol Flynn.
Better in my day, oh, Lord.
For when we got bored we'd have a world war,
happy but poor.
Chorus on D.S.:
So let's skip the news, boy. I'll go make that tea.
Blood on the rooftops, too much for me.
When old Mother Goose stops, They're out for twenty-three.
The rain at Lord's stopped play!
Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again.
