歌詞
Down in Stamford market
On a Friday afternoon
Bought myself a newspaper
And went to Wetherspoons
Outside in the beer garden it’s kicking off again
They’ve only had two shandies
But the boys think they are men
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
Meanwhile down at Central
All the girls all strut their stuff
In miniskirts and Primark tops
They’re looking kind of rough
Three more pints of Export
They’re the best I’ve ever seen
I wake up in the morning
And I don’t know where I’ve been
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
Swing low sweet ambulance
Coming forth to carry me home
Swing low sweet ambulance
Coming forth to carry me home
Big bad Barry’s in the corner
Plays the bandit every day
He’s giving me the evils
So I look the other way
But that machine’s not paid out
Since I can’t remember when
Each time he hits the jackpot
He just fills it up again
See you next Tuesday
See you next Tuesday
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See you next…
Time at the bar please
Thank you
Written by: Nick Lander
