Time again to clamber aboard the soul-fired train of musical memories with your drivers Tim and Damian.
This week, the mates present āTea and Biscuitsā, a song that draws upon the stop-frame joys of Trumptonshire and tabloids. Along the scenic route, theyāll discuss life, first jobs, and Timās close and lasting relationship with Billy Bragg (almost).
Itās another unmissable ride ā and youāll get there in 45 minutes (or if you canāt then you can claim a ticket refund via a cunningly complex online process).
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LYRICS:
Tea and Biscuits
words and music by Damian Scott
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Tea and biscuits as you curse into your cup
Beer and grumbling as you swear your time is up
Words of wisdom as you put the world to rights
The morning paper to see who won the fight
Ten oāclock and never late
Youāre waiting for the early morning break
And the papers will tell you whatās going on in the world
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Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
A royal wedding for the folks inside
Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose
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The Sun or Mirror left by the toilet seat
Smiling Sam is there to make your day complete
A perfect figure and a page of misspelt words
Sheās sitting pretty in her sealskin and her furs
Ten oāclock and never late
Youāre waiting for the early morning break
And the papers will tell you whatās going on in the world
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Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
A royal wedding for the folks inside
Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose
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Like or lump it as you contemplate your shares
Itās cake or crumpet for the chaps that work upstairs
Ten oāclock and never late
Youāre waiting for the early morning break
And the papers will tell you whatās going on in the world
Ā
Tea and biscuits as you toast the bride
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
A royal wedding for the folks inside
Tea and biscuits as the hooter blows
[Papers, read all about it in the papers]
Pull up your trousers and wipe your nose
