The Sutcliffe Catering Song

Hey, do you need a reason?

Is there a separate season

From which to come out of the spring?

I'll wait all summer long

And the the winter's long

Then it's longer than after

I don't need a timekeeper, I don't need an interlocutor

And baby, you look a little cuter day by day

If you need a trademark for your sound you better look around

Treat her like a woman, not a door

And we'll get some more

Yeah, yeah

Hold me off and run

Maybe I could be a squirt, loosen up your magic dirt

Waiting for the excellent coming of age

Maybe then you'd squirt along, squirt along, squirt along

So what you want to do?

So easily fooled ya, she got to marry me

I know she got to marry (don't do it!)

You got to marry me

And you got to marry me (no!)

Marry me, grow up and marry me (I won't!)

Sweet sisters of London, and Brixton

Hey, just on some respects

I might be enough to cover you up and hold you down

Wrestle you up, run, run you around

Blink at me once and you might see the color is red

Blurring up your eyes and your head

And listen to the water when you're down to come up to the beach

That's hull

Coppertones and second homes, everybody needs a home

Take centuries to build and seconds to fall

I waited so patiently for you to fall!

But you never, ever fall, whoa

So easily fooled you

Oh so, so, so easily fooled you

So easily fooled, oh so easily fooled

(?)castle, to all the fly girls in birmingham, midland(?) up, up, up and far away into the highlands of scotland, tartan and sweden, and green and red and black and a little bit of yellow, and buy me a sweater please, I've gained 20 pounds (?)forty dollars (?) green ripoff exchange rate and the prime-rate interest-slashing germans have screwed up our monetary plan. (whatever.)