Put on the kettle, make some tea
It’s all a part of feeling groovy
But if I was Smithers bloody Jones
I’d smash that cup and chuck it at the phones
"Seventeen years of loyal graft —
And you dump me on a Monday? You two-faced daft
Little Oxbridge snake with your tie and your chat —
You could’ve told me Friday, you utter twat!"
Put on the kettle, make some tea It’s all a part of feeling groovy But if I was Smithers bloody Jones I’d smash that cup and chuck it at the phones "Seventeen years of loyal graft — And you dump me on a Monday? You two-faced daft Little Oxbridge snake with your tie and your chat — You could’ve told me Friday, you utter twat!"