Lyrics:

Dark and grey, an English film, the Wednesday Play
We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day
Won't you stay?
Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again

Let's skip the news boy, I'll make some tea
The Arabs and the Jews boy, too much for me
They get me confused boy, puts me off to sleep
And the thing I hate - oh Lord
Is staying up late to watch some debate on some nation's fate

Hypnotised by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised?
You've won the West in time to be our guest
Name your prize
Drop of wine, a glass of beer, dear, what's the time?
The grime on the Tyne is mine, all mine, all mine
Five past nine

Blood on the rooftops - Venice in the Spring
The Streets of San Francisco - a word from Peking
The trouble was started by a young Errol Flynn
Better in my day, oh Lord
For when we got bored, we'd have a world war, happy but poor
So let's skip the news boy, I'll go make that tea
Blood on the rooftops, too much for me
When old Mother Goose stops - they're out for 23
Then the rain at Lords stopped play
Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again