Ant Smith

This Life

In the weatherspoons

There's a smell of the dustbins when you walk in

You can't make your order because of the din

There's a busty blonde with a dull glad eye

With a bucket of violence that acts like a guy

In the weatherspoons

I'm in the weatherspoons

In the weatherspoons

With you

There's a ten pound minimum charge on cards

There's only plastic glasses behind the bar

The vomit in the loo sticks to your shoes

And the jukebox only plays the blues

In the weatherspoons

I'm in the weatherspoons

In the weatherspoons

With you

There's a badly knitted alien on a visit from the moon

his nose drips spunk when you play a certain tune

He looks more like me than he looks like you

I fucking love it in the weatherspoons

In the weatherspoons

I'm in the weatherspoons

In the weatherspoons

With you

This Life