We are the people
Who eat toast and butter and jam
People in other places
Just wouldn't understand
We are the people
Who drink milk with our tea
People in other places
Don't do it like you and me
Suddenly you just look up
What do you see?
Everything's a mess
Everything's a mess
If you don't do things properly
You make a mess
And even if you do things right
You make a mess
There's always a point at the end of breakfast
When everything's a mess
And if you walk away and leave it
And come back in half an hour
The mess is even worse
It got worse all by itself
There must be no sign
That breakfast has happened
There must be no sign
That any of this has happened
Everything that we do makes a mess
Everything that we do makes a mess
Makes a mess...
Makes a mess...
