Down at My Local Cafe

Instead of breakfast set meal 3 down my local cafe, I’ve gone for fancy European cuisine on a Saturday & the builders cause a bit of a scene....when I order eggs florentine, They say “Son….a full English is the only way” There’s never any noise from them when it’s time to digest, All be it for the occasional ketchup request, But today they looked up as one & off they went wagging their tongues, A debate had erupted over blue or red, Down at my local cafe, There’s lots to talk about, Where there’s a general election, There’s a verbal boxing bout, Time just seems to stand still, When everyone’s chewing the fat, An age old institution built on tea & toast, They’ll be leaving fed & watered, Smelling of fried eggs, Sue & Linda are sitting down, For eggs & avocados on toast, They’re as loud as pneumatic drills & slipknot shows, Linda’s avin an extension done, Sue’s been out for a run & their mate Sophie’s about to leave her bloke, Down at my local cafe, There’s lots to talk about, Where someone’s building an extension, There’s cash in hand no doubt, Time just seems to stand still, When everyone’s chewing the fat, An age old institution built on tea & toast, They’ll be leaving fed & watered, Smelling of fried eggs, PIANO SOLO Down at my local cafe there’s lots to talk about, When west ham’s battling relegation, They’ll be turning the air blue that crowd, Time just seems to stand still, When everyone’s chewing the fat, An age old institution built on tea & toast, They’ll be leaving fed & watered, Smelling of fried eggs,