Вступление
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
It's all blues and no dinner at the Ministry of Bag
The steaks are getting thinner, the office is a drag
It's all hills and no mountain in the cupboard of the Few
The soda has no fountain the coal gets in the dew
[Verse 2]
It's all chief and no father down the avenue of lane
The soap has lost its lather the loves gone down the drain
It's all time and no future at the Department of Breath
The clothes aint made to suit you the peas are boiled to death
[Verse 3]
It's hang the girls and young men on the ropes of tweedy mind
The speedy sneaky tonguemen have left them all behind
It's all tripe and no liver at the cafe of the Neat
The cooks jumped in the river, the menu smells of feet
[Verse 4]
It's all swamp and no mosquitoes along the stripes of pin
The boots have all the vetoes and the bags to put them in
It's all blues and no dinner at the Ministry of Bag
The steaks are getting thinner the office is a drag
[Outro]