I wanna kill your Sunday morning
Call dusk on a new age dawning
I don’t care what’s coming around the bend
I speak ill to eke out my stipend

It’s good to be lost
I don’t wanna be found
And when laugh time comes around
I’ll give you alehouse futsal

Your softly-spoken friends
Their fortnight in the Fens
Your timeslip stories I avow
Are boring the arse off me now
I’m gonna put up a wall in your through lounge
My animosity knows no bounds
I’m gonna give you alehouse futsal

Picnics with craft beer
Elbow in Delamere
Your brand new 10K PB
Haile Gebrselassie

When you try combining
That cloud with silver lining
I'm gonna give you alehouse
I’ll give you alehouse
Gonna give you alehouse futsal