Paradise

The smell of rancid fat

On a sultry afternoon

The chips are sizzling and the sky’s

A violent shade of blue

The wife is flipping burgers

I think I’ll have some fun

I’ll go down to the beach

And grow my belly in the sun

Another beer, another game

Another drunken clash

Another plate of pie and mash

At Harry’s English caff

She welcomed me to heaven

On her beauties I could dwell

She does the wash and cooks for me

An’ other stuff as well …

While I watch the telly

She tidies round the house

You could have a wife like her

All you need’s a mouse

Another beer, another game

Another drunken clash

Another plate of pie and mash

At Harry’s English caff

She’s as pretty as a postcard

My doll, my peach, my bride

She doesn’t mind when I get drunk

She loves it, ’er inside

Pour me another lager love

To end this pissed-up night

I met this bird in paradise

She loves the English life

Another beer, another game

Another drunken clash

Another plate of pie and mash

At Harry’s English caff