Such wonderful explosions down there
Beneath the poly-tunnels
While caution ponders over the menu
The Europeans depart
To leave the crippled in the company of
The loose-trousered
The hungover seeking solace in a cold sink
And noisy bloody barristers
Try to love summer
If you can
Try open top tours
Attempt fakin' it
An epic struggle it is
To put your feet up
Drink till we die
Be baffled by bachache
So bad
You can't even bend down
To pick up the pieces