Willcox)



This is your five minute call five minutes ladies and gentlemen thank you



Where's my lunch?

Where's my fucking lunch?



Big big tears

By the bright blue sea

As deep as forever

Oh Shirley, Shirley Valentine

If only mother found

What you found

I wouldn't be here, dreaming



Salutations dear listener

This is a comedy in three acts

Breakfast, lunch and tea

And they better not be late

Here he comes

Through the bordello doors

I kowtow to my pimp

I'm a good little whore



Hello wall

Nice to see you wall

Good day at the office wall

Your dinner's on the floor darling

And scrape me off the ceiling



Well I'm a mercenary wife

Where it complies

I compromise

I only wear this skin

'Cos I sinned in m'past life



I want war

And you want me

I want war

And you want breakfast, lunch and tea



On stage please, on stage, thank you.



Sweat drips off my brow

I know my lines, my moves

My place in life

And it's ticking away



I'm not going on tonight

That insecure feeling

A void of nothing-ness

I'm dripping away



Well I'm a mercenary wife

I want what money buys

I only wear this skin

Cos I sinned in m'past life

I want war

And you want me

I want war

And you want breakfast, lunch and tea