Lyric The record company bash

There s a woman in the wardrobe singing Beatles out of tune,
And a salesman in the corner trying to blow up a burst balloon,
And the managing director, he s a-lying on his back,
He s got ice-cream on his trousers and he s planning his attack,
It s just another record company bash,
Nice to know they ve got the cash,

You re the only one here I can talk to,
Is there nowhere near we can walk to,
I really want to see you again,
But I don t know your name;

Let s go, let s go home,
Yea, let s go, let s go home,
Let s go, let s get out...

The promotion department secretaries are out to kill tonight,
And the A and R director is still looking for his wife,
Oh and there s a party in the bedroom,
They ve got the mirror on the floor,
And there s a guy who says he s from Rolling Stone
Who shouldn t be here at all,
It s just another record company bash,
Nice to know someone s got cash,
And they re gonna do something obscene,
With the video machine,
I really think it s time to leave,
Won t you come with me please?

Let s go, let s go home,
Let s go, let s go home,
Grab a bottle of whisky and a bottle of wine,
It doesn t really matter if it s your place or mine,
Let s go, let s go home...