Okay it's a supermarket car park
but it's my tarmac field of dreams
and when it rains the sodium light
Gleams
The welcoming white lined box
for the area manager's visit
lays empty, guarded for Mr. Bissit
he has no time to spare
his jokes are rare
Why do blondes like BMW's
because they can spell it
we have to laugh
no, we have to laugh.
Inside in the dry bright store
All is peace, bogof's galore
no-one has left a shoulder of lamb
on the shelf for marmalade and jam
No-one has stolen just one egg
and left five and an empty seg
ment
in the box.
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