Time again to clamber aboard the soul-fired train of musical memories with your drivers Tim and Damian.
This week, the mates present ‘Tea and Biscuits’, a song that draws upon the stop-frame joys of Trumptonshire and tabloids. Along the scenic route, they’ll discuss life, first jobs, and Tim’s close and lasting relationship with Billy Bragg (almost).
It’s another unmissable ride – and you’ll get there in 45 minutes (or if you can’t then you can claim a ticket refund via a cunningly complex online process).
LYRICS:
Tea and Biscuits
words and music by Damian Scott
Tea and biscuits as you curse into your cup
Beer and grumbling as you swear your time is up
Words of wisdom as you put the world to rights
The morning paper to see who won the fight
Ten o’clock and never late
You’re waiting for the early morning break
And the papers will tell you what’s going on in the world
Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
A royal wedding for the folks inside
Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose
The Sun or Mirror left by the toilet seat
Smiling Sam is there to make your day complete
A perfect figure and a page of misspelt words
She’s sitting pretty in her sealskin and her furs
Ten o’clock and never late
You’re waiting for the early morning break
And the papers will tell you what’s going on in the world
Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
A royal wedding for the folks inside
Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose
Like or lump it as you contemplate your shares
It’s cake or crumpet for the chaps that work upstairs
Ten o’clock and never late
You’re waiting for the early morning break
And the papers will tell you what’s going on in the world
Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
A royal wedding for the folks inside
Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose
