Lyrics:
Time, Time is ahead of him
And Time, Time, Time has plans for him
Sunlight streams through the window
The rattling trolley delivers tea
He's struggling
The pride of the tennis courts
In June, July and August
we look cute when we're dressed in shorts
The Vanderbilts have asked us up for tea
We don't
of the tennis courts
In June, July and August we look cute when we're dressed in shorts
The Vanderbilts have asked us up for tea
We don't know how to get
The pride of the tennis courts
In June, July and August
we look cute when we're dressed in shorts
The Vanderbilts have asked us up for tea
We don't
of the tennis courts,
In June, July and August we look cute when we're dressed in shorts
The Vanderbilts have asked us up for tea,
We don't know how to get
to his head
They wheeled him down the corridor
Upon a metal trolley
Now he wears big spectacles
And he sings like Buddy Holly, nine plan failed
I could
of the tennis courts
In June, July and August we look cute when we're dressed in shorts
The Vanderbilts have asked us up for tea
We don't know how to get there,
4 more years of this shit and I'll be on 16 grand
Pushing the trolley, doing the rounds
4 more years of this shit and I'll be one of these clowns
Mad as fuck, only just alive
You get up in the morning and you like your tea milky
You fumble for your glasses 'cause without 'em you can't see
Biscuits for breakfast, cup of tea for the man
4 more years of this shit and I'll be on 16 grand
pushing the trolley, doing the rounds
4 more
said I need to prove to you I suffice
Wait, hold up, lemme sip my tea
Yeah, hold my cup real quick
Let me spit a little bit
Like a llama with a lisp
I
He lived slowly, rode the trolley
He never drew much attention
She served coffee in her cafe
And every Thursday he would long to join her
She
Secateurs of love, trim the family tree
Signature on a baked bean tin, something hot for tea
A frosted window, the old Dansette
A knackered
I wanna work in a supermarket
I wanna sit behind the tills
I wanna go collect the trolleys
Maybe then, I'll be fulfilled
I wanna work in
Biscuits for breakfast, cup of tea for the man
4 more years of this shit and I'll be on 16 grand
pushing the trolley, doing the rounds
4 more
on the freeway beating all the trolleys
Got to keep my music loud that's just how I am
Got to make another jam, that's just how I am
I'm a MVP like Cam baby that's
as you were beating off
This beat brings the soup, it's Scotch Broth
This beat is wobbly, so spill the tea
This beat is making an "ass" out of "you"
There you are new among the old folks
Every day you ask when you can come home
Slippers line up to watch tv
A trolley comes rattling with beakers of tea
stop it.
These feelings can't be topped.
Like being recently adopted.
I stand by my beliefs.
I believe that I'm the prophet.
Turning water into tea.
But
she hot like tamale
We jumping him like an ollie
He looking so melancholy
Committed an act of folly
I'm folding him like the trolley
I'm bringing out
I might ride my skateboard trolley or a pedal bike
Downtown to the park dunking on em like I’m Mike
Now I’m hungry need a bite eating at a shop called
Yeah
Uh
Trouble with the trolley aye
We met when I was too young (uh)
And you were involved (ha)
Had to wait four years but the call was on hold
Now
It's been too loo-ooo-oong
Sipping on green tea lemonade
Wanderlust; we've got it made
Can't wait to finally get away
From what feels like my life
Trouble with the trolley aye
To dear the old me
I know that you're lonely
And I know that you're stressed
But keep on giving your best
And I'll
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