Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Custard
Performer
Glenn Thompson
Drums
David McCormack
Lead Vocals
Matthew Strong
Electric Guitar
Paul Medew
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Glenn Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Custard
Producer
Glenn Thompson
Mixing Engineer
JJ Golden
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I said to the waiter
I think mine’s the soy
They always try to give it to the girl not the boy
You said to the waiter
Shanks Nihari please
And maybe Palak Paneer for my vegetarian squeeze
Ah ah ah ah…
You drove straight passed me in my Mercedes Benz oh yeah
With my friends oh yeah
This town, much better than all the towns
Screams money money money money, money money money that’s all thats going around
This town, and all of it’s can-do clowns
Screams money money money money, money money money that is their only sound
And if the clock stops in the mall
Then maybe time has broken the law, more and more
I can’t help but thinking
I need more control
I gave up the drinking
But I still (no I don’t) hear the call
Ah ah ah ah…
Treat your glasses like a projector lens oh yeah
Don’t touch them oh yeah
This town, much better than all the towns
Screams money money money money, money money money that’s all thats going around
This town, and all of it’s can-do clowns
Screams money money money money, money money money that is their only sound
And if the clock stops on the wall
Maybe it’s time that’s broken the law ah ah ah
This town, and all of it’s can-do clowns
Screams money money money money, money money money money, money mon-nay
When I was just a nine year old
Playing on my drums in my brother’s room
Trying to get my single stroke roll
As smooth as silk coming off the loom
I’d fall into a trance and I’d
Look down at my hands they were as big as brooms
I wasn’t afraid it happened now and again
It altered my mind and altered my mood
Written by: Glenn Thompson