Have a cup of tea to pass the time
It doesn't pass enough so I have nine
And everything to do is done for you
And there is nothing left for me outside this room
And it's 'cause secretly I know
I'll be home soon
But that's trueHave another cup to celebrate
It doesn't cheer me up so I have eight
Put my stuff in the washing machine
And you know when it goes in dirty
It comes out clean
There's not much on the TV this afternoon
Except BooneIn my room there's not a lot to do
So if I let you in please don't touch anything
And in my room there isn't much to do
So if I let you in
Don't touch a thingAnd everything to do is done for you
And there is nothing left for me outside this room
And you know nothing in this world compares to you
And there is nothing left for you outside this roomAnd it's like everything you do is done for you
And there is nothing left for me outside this room
And you know nothing in this world compares to you
And there is nothing left for you outside this roomLa la la, la la la la la, la la la...
Songwriters
HODGSON, NICHOLAS / WILSON, CHARLES RICHARD / RIX, JAMES / BAINES, NICHOLAS / WHITE, ANDREW ROBERTPublished by
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