#brescape

I was tired of my lady, forty years is too long Like a bunch of bananas, her curves were all wrong So while she lay there sleepin’ I read The Mail in bed And in the front page headlines, there was this story I read

If you like cheap English Lager and queueing up for the train If you’re not into Euros, if you have half a brain If you like partying at midnight, on the graves of the dead You might get cancer if you do that! Vote for me now instead

I didn’t think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean But me and my old lady had fallen into the same old dull routine So I heeded the paper, and opted for something mad And thought I’d get to drink Möet, but that’s French so I’m sad

Yes I like cheap English Lager and queueing up for the train I’m not into the health service, I am into my pain I don’t believe in Global Warming now; I don’t like this red tape I’m gonna go to McDonalds where I’ll plan our Brescape

So I waited with high hopes and she walked in the place I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face It was my own lovely lady and I said, “oh, it’s EU.” Then we laughed for a moment and I said, “I never knew.”