Good Afternoon

Now, fellow, 'ere you are

In a shitty British bar

With a frothy little frown upon your lips

Another pinty for me friend, extra warm

Your accent blows

Well, I beg to differ

As you're drownin' in that ale, you're

Feeling like a failure

Sorrier than soggy fish and chips

But you don't have to sit and pout

Just let your inner Scrooge come out

'Cause why should any other jerk enjoy his day?

When you're down in the dumps and need some cheerin' upsies

Turn and tap a hapless chap and sweetly say

Good afternoon

Good afternoon (Well, I never)

Just let one fly and you'll be smilin' pretty soon

Like this, good afternoon (I beg your pardon?)

You pompous ass

It's like "piss off" but with a little touch of class

Oh, two little words can totally change your tune

Good afternoon (Good afternoon, good afternoon)

So, you've done nothing wrong

In so very, very long

And I get it's an important point of pride

It's part of my job

But, come on now, don't stay quiet

You know you wanna try it

Better to never let all of the bitter be bottled up inside

Oi, out of the road, dingus

Oh, come on, bub, he's got it coming

You know you want to

Come on, it's right there, just let it

Good afternoon

Yes!

Good afternoon (The hell you say?)

Sir, you're a wankerous cantankerous buffoon (What's all this then?)

Good afternoon

You smell of shite

Now, he didn't say good mornin' or good night, that's right

Yes, two little words can totally change your tune

Good afternoon

Good afternoon (Good afternoon)

She clogged the loo (Good afternoon)

He diddled your wife (Good afternoon)

It meant not a thing, I swear upon my life (Good afternoon)

He has the plague (Good afternoon)

She called you a whore (Good afternoon)

I'm an orphan, please sir, may I have some more? (Good afternoon)

'Ello guv'nor (Good afternoon)

Pardon his French (Good afternoon)

Just deplore 'em with decorum like you're Judi bloody Dench

Wait, wait, was that Judi Dench?

Oh my god, she's a national treasure, I love her in everything

I loved her in, um, that, uh "Chocolate"

"Chocolat"

Chocolat

While we're struttin' through the streets of London town

The quickest little pick-me-up is kickin' people down

Good afternoon

It's tons of fun

And if you're shocked then you can kiss my Dickens, son

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Kiss it, son

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, stop, stop

Oh, what?

No, it's Charles Dickens, it's a fun little thing, and none of this is real

Yes, thank you, but there is a baby, and

Ah, there's a baby

Madame, I am so sorry

Oh, and, ma'am?

Good afternoon

Good afternoon, our favorite swear (Good afternoon, our favorite swear)

Just let a little vile fill the village square

A pin to pop some prick's balloon

And nobody is immune

Like givin' a man a kick in the pantaloon

Oh, two little words can totally change your tune

Good afternoon, good afternoon, good afternoon, good afternoon

Good afternoon, good afternoon

Good afternoon, good afternoon, good afternoon, good afternoon