Lyrics:

Me at the Museum, You in the Wintergardens

I await the day when I work at the Museum,
With you across the way in the Wintergardens.
So young and so warm, we'll storm, we'll swarm
The parks on our lunchbreaks, we'll lie on the lawn -
Smile so stealthily, buttery and brief,
We'll lie through our teeth,
Shock all the cavalry statues watching on,
Us in our time bomb.

Nobody feels old at the Museum,
Nobody feels cold in the Wintergardens.

We'll roll on and roll on, cutting it fine with the clock-on.
We'll persevere, carry on working there -
Me at the Museum, you in the Wintergardens.