EveningTV

The Nine-To-Five-rs hit the sofa in the lounge
The Five-'Til-Midnights put more coal on the National Grid
Those ITV soaps need extra megawatts
As workers tire of adverts from the people they’ve been working for all day
Put the kettle on! It’s time to relax
Put the kettle on! We need a few laughs
We have a peephole to the corridors of power
We have a portal to wealth and fame in front of us
It’s our reward for toiling, chomping at the bit
Dreaming of time when we can break the ties and blow it all away
Put the kettle on! It’s time to relax
Put the kettle on! We need a few laughs
Always thought that there was something more
More than this…
Evening cups of tea and shows we cannot miss, just can’t miss
Never wonder, never wonder how
It’s all we seem to want right now
We’re right here at home, just like we should be
Like in a textbook from school, «Le Francais D’Aujourd' Hui»
La Famille Bertillon (Mere et Pere, Grand-Mere et Grand-Pere)
Le Sacre du Travail, La Famille Nucleaire
We’re Nine-To-Five-rs and they know what turns us on
They know what shows we watch, where we go and for how long
We filled in questionnaires, we did it all our lives
Whether we picked up the paper doesn’t matter
They decide who we are
The Nine-To-Five-rs breathe a huge sigh of relief
The News at Ten is over, (no more shit about their equity)
Grab some Merlot from the kitchen, on the rack
Or make some chocolate, head for bed with a book, get ready for the day
Tomorrow looks just the same as the same
DJ’s on computers finding factoids again
Round and round it goes
Round and round
And so tomorrow? — Well the whole thing starts again
With Fog & Rain at Blubberhouses, traffic jams and supervisors
When are you you? You seem so far away
You can’t take it with you but you can try for yet another day
Put the kettle on