I wanna kill your Sunday morning

Call dusk on a new age dawning

I don't care what's coming around the bend

I speak ill to eke out my stipend



It's good to be lost

I don't wanna be found

And when laugh time comes around

I'll give you alehouse futsal



Your softly-spoken friends

Their fortnight in the Fens

Your timeslip stories I avow

Are boring the arse off me now

I'm gonna put up a wall in your through lounge

My animosity knows no bounds

I'm gonna give you alehouse futsal



Picnics with craft beer

Elbow in Delamere

Your brand new 10K PB

Haile Gebrselassie



When you try combining

That cloud with silver lining

I'm gonna give you alehouse

I'll give you alehouse

Gonna give you alehouse futsal