| Lyrics: | There's a woman in the wardrobe singing Beatles out of tune,
And a salesman in the corner trying
to blow up a burst balloon,
And the Managing Director, he's a-lying on his back,
He's got
ice-cream on his trousers and he's planning his attack,
It's just another Record Company
Bash,
Nice to know they've got the cash,
You're the only one here I can talk to,
Is
there nowhere near we can walk to,
I really want to see you again,
But I don't know your
name;
Let's go, let's go home,
Yea, let's go, let's go h
ome,
Let's go, let's get
out...
The Promotion Department secretaries are out to kill tonight,
And the A and R
director is still looking for his wife,
Oh and there's a party in the bedroom,
They've got
the mirror on the floor,
And there's a guy who says he's from Rolling Stone
Who shouldn't be
here at all,
It's just another Record Company Bash,
Nice to know someone's got cash,
And
they're gonna do something obscene
With the video machine,
I really think it's time to
leave,
Won't you come with me please?
Let's go, let's go home,
Let's go, let's go
home,
Grab a bottle of whisky and a bottle of wine,
It doesn't really matter if it's your
place or mine,
Let's go, let's go home... |
