作词 : Elliot Michael Lewis Hall
作曲 : Elliot Michael Lewis Hall
Last Saturday morning
Something started dawning
On the couple on common road
Colin came to his conclusion
Far sooner than Susan
Which soon she weeded out on her own
Breakfast in the garden
Elizabeth Arden
The wilting of their hearts
They’re both quite reluctant
But by that night they’d planted
The seeds of the pampas grass
Pulling in favours
From the nosiest neighbours
Whilst wheeling out their sins
Tempted by the fake tan
Their own lack of romance
And naff amalfi gins
Suburbia’s itching
The curtains are twitching
In the kitchen Sue and Colin aren’t sure
Their tensions have mentioned such suggestive questions
And now they must answer the door
The corner shop malbecs
Havoc on the carpets
As the lights start pouring low
pulling at curtains
Now everyone’s certain
Of our little evening shows
The just desserts are coming late
Well after all the after eights
The lust is only getting started
Half-witted are the open hearted
The beds are rustling from above
The guests are stuffed by upper crust
Push has come to shove
Now poor Colin runs around the house in a state
Eats his cake in front of the estate
Pulling shapes as Babushka replays
So he’s going up to sleep in the bed they’ve made
So as Sue looks into her new lover’s eyes
There’s something in them that she’s recognised
She’s noticed something borrowed, something blue in the night
She knows that it’s Colin and she wants to be his wife
So next Saturday maybe the streets will be empty
No prams in no man’s land
They got double glazing
Woke up fresh as daisies
The neighbours never saw them again
He said ‘don’t worry darling’,
And he held her even tighter
He spreads his honey thin, but it’s the Sunny D she’s after,
she said
‘No more sleeping on the sofa…’
作词 : Elliot Michael Lewis Hall
作曲 : Elliot Michael Lewis Hall
Last Saturday morning
Something started dawning
On the couple on common road
Colin came to his conclusion
Far sooner than Susan
Which soon she weeded out on her own
Breakfast in the garden
Elizabeth Arden
The wilting of their hearts
They’re both quite reluctant
But by that night they’d planted
The seeds of the pampas grass
Pulling in favours
From the nosiest neighbours
Whilst wheeling out their sins
Tempted by the fake tan
Their own lack of romance
And naff amalfi gins
Suburbia’s itching
The curtains are twitching
In the kitchen Sue and Colin aren’t sure
Their tensions have mentioned such suggestive questions
And now they must answer the door
The corner shop malbecs
Havoc on the carpets
As the lights start pouring low
pulling at curtains
Now everyone’s certain
Of our little evening shows
The just desserts are coming late
Well after all the after eights
The lust is only getting started
Half-witted are the open hearted
The beds are rustling from above
The guests are stuffed by upper crust
Push has come to shove
Now poor Colin runs around the house in a state
Eats his cake in front of the estate
Pulling shapes as Babushka replays
So he’s going up to sleep in the bed they’ve made
So as Sue looks into her new lover’s eyes
There’s something in them that she’s recognised
She’s noticed something borrowed, something blue in the night
She knows that it’s Colin and she wants to be his wife
So next Saturday maybe the streets will be empty
No prams in no man’s land
They got double glazing
Woke up fresh as daisies
The neighbours never saw them again
He said ‘don’t worry darling’,
And he held her even tighter
He spreads his honey thin, but it’s the Sunny D she’s after,
she said
‘No more sleeping on the sofa…’