Letra de A.L.C

You can’t just come into my garden In your football kit and start asking questions About who lives here Who’s asking? It’s a memory of a café That you loved But you didn’t have anyone to take there They had a sushi counter And a counter that did pastries and mixed salads In Hendon I'm tall when I'm young And I'm short when I'm old I can’t change A lonely job for forty-five a day A lonely job for thrity-two a day Just take it Things are changing Time to shut up old actors Time to fix old pants Time to get fed up Telephone call comes through the wall A sunny day with a grey sky A wonky parking job for cheap chocolate mousse Things are changing Things are changing You You foil beast! You foil beast You foil beast Talk to me in the bath