Lyrics
This carvery is on the house
Service is slow, all the glasses are stained
But carry on, it always comes
Sooner than you think
The steak is dry, the wine is weak
This dialogue, is badly written
And cheapened by the need
For well cast female leads
The camel crew in baby blue parked in a van
And all the lenses are stained, stay in your homes
Home on the range and it's a new day now
Well now 51, kick his hands
Their hands to the reins and it's a new day
This avant-garde is still the same
Go to Goldsmiths and they dye their fringes
To know they've made it only
When they sign the rights to Sony
Well the steps are swept and the lawn is neat
The flowerbeds shame the neighbours
Milo knew he'd made it when he
He got his first mock Tudor semi
All right
The camel crew in baby blue parked in a van
And all the lenses are stained, stay in your home
Home on the range and it's a new day now
Well now 51, kick in his hands
Their hands to the reins and it's a new day
You say it's boring, but it's not
Well it's only I forgot
Call a number, make a change
And in the morning when it's hot
You just close your eyes and watch
Just call a number, make a change
Written by: Alexander Rice, Alexandra Greenwood, Benjamin Mack, Henry Young, Oliver Dewdney, Robert Knaggs