Lyrics

A sea of guffawing 33-40 somethings in non-iron shirts A mottled carpet of salmon pink and baby blue blazers draped over tables Ties removed Subtle smirks at waiter's tattoos Blinding sun Liquid lunch £6.50 pints of heineken Vile Pete turns the other cheek to the mockery of colleagues and nurses his cranberry juice Think of your health, he tells himself Lose some weight Colour in those greys He couldn't wait to see Janine's face when hе dropped off the kids on sunday Fresh from thе tanning booths with news he'd quit the booze Little did he know But Janine's new beau was stood behind him in the bar queue He looked at Pete Chuckled inwardly And called Janine to arrange this evening's rendezvous Vile