Midday Brews

(whoo!) Walked into the local just to escape the heat

Sticky carpet floor underneath my feet

The air con’s busted and the fan’s too slow

But the sign’s got a beautiful glow

Slapped down a tenner for a cold glass of gold

Listening to the same stories always being told

Yeah, it’s a midday matinee,

sitting in the pub

Skipping out on work for some classic counter grub The jukebox is

screaming out an old rock tune And nobody’s planning on leaving anytime

soon!

Old mate on the right is yelling at the screen

Biggest racing upset that he’s ever seen

The parma’s on the way and the chips are extra hot

Living like a king on the little that I got

Don’t check the clock,

don’t check the phone

I’m perfectly happy right here in the zone

Yeah, midday matinee!

Just another Tuesday!

Pour another round, mate!

Cheers! (hahaha)