Song Lyrics

Let us talk about some trivial things we like
A bit of this and that
Let's chew the fat

Pour ourselves a glass of stout
And let our Rael Brook shirts hang out
Nothing makes us more content
To let us wallow in a bit of nonsense

We're all so frivolous tonight, tonight

Let's reveal our childlike nature
And leave our stocks and invoices to rot
Let's go to pot

Tell our jokes about mothers in law
But watch him jump when she comes through the door
Oh the party goes with a swing
When we talk about the trivial things

We're all so frivolous tonight

But there's always one
Who wants to talk shop
We'll drive him through the door
With a broom or a mop

Let us tell our favourite story
About some poor chap who put it on display
Hip hooray
And let the girls gather in their slacks
To talk about husbands hairy backs

Some might think we're a bit of a shower
But this could be our finest hour

We're all so frivolous tonight, tonight
We're all so ridiculous tonight.

Colin Moulding