| 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
home,
Let's go, let's go 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' 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 matter if it's your place or
mine,
Let's go, let's go home |
