Down on the streets the shops are burning down
The middle classes are marching in burgundy chinos
And the reason why,
Well I'll let you know is that the offy is out of Prosecco
And the final straw
The final straw is that Waitrose has run out of lobsters.
Waitrose has run out of lobsters
And the fear is flooding the aisles
Cos dinner parties just won't be the same without lobsters
Waitrose has run out of lobsters
There's dresses and shirts being torn
And men with floppy hair and boating shoes,
Are fighting over king prawns
Waitrose has run out of lobsters woah woah woah
On tuckton bridge there's a posh, a posh angry mob
With Range Rover keys held tight in their hands
And the reason why, well I'll let you know
Is that they're heading down the cul de sac
Cos Janet Price at number 32,
She's got a freezer, she's got a chest freezer
And she bought all the lobsters.
Waitrose has run out of lobsters
And the fear is flooding the aisles
Cos dinner parties just won't be the same without lobsters
Waitrose has run out of lobsters
There's dresses and shirts being torn
And men with floppy hair and boating shoes
Are fighting over king prawns
Waitrose has run out of lobsters woah woah woah
