Song Lyrics

Have a cup of tea to pass the time
It doesn't pass enough so I have nine
And everything to do is done for you
And there is nothing left for me outside this room
And it's 'cause secretly I know
I'll be home soon
But that's true

Have another cup to celebrate
It doesn't cheer me up so I have eight
Put my stuff in the washing machine
And you know when it goes in dirty
It comes out clean
There's not much on the TV this afternoon
Except Boone

In my room there's not a lot to do
So if I let you in please don't touch anything
And in my room there isn't much to do
So if I let you in
Don't touch a thing

And everything to do is done for you
And there is nothing left for me outside this room
And you know nothing in this world compares to you
And there is nothing left for you outside this room

And it's like everything you do is done for you
And there is nothing left for me outside this room
And you know nothing in this world compares to you
And there is nothing left for you outside this room

La la la, la la la la la, la la la...

Andrew Robert White, Charles Richard Wilson, James Rix, Nicholas Baines, Nicholas Hodgson