Biscuithead and the Biscuit Badgers - The Seaweed Under the Sofa | Текст песни

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There’s seaweed under the sofa darling,
seaweed under the settee.
Left over from a time when we had a Chinese
and you drifted away from me.
We ate dumplings and drank ginger wine,
and your greasy fingers slipped away from mine.
Now nothing remains of that last chow mien
except the seaweed under the sofa.
Some time during the last prawn cracker
I knew that my hopes were knackered.
All I’m left with are memories.
Sad remorse and satay sauce.
There’s seaweed under the sofa darling,
seaweed under the settee.
The dry brittle strands are as salty as my tears,
my hopes faded when the bean sprouts appeared.
Instead of a taste of paradise
I got a number thirty seven with special fried rice,
now there’s nothing OK about the OK sauce
and the seaweed under the sofa.

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