Intro: You know how it is, kettle on, world off, Someone’s nicked your paper again, lovely stuff! Verse 1: Old Gav down the corner still bets like a king, Loses every week but he loves the routine. Keep calm, keep queuing, it’s the national sport, Everyone’s a pundit till the match goes short. Pre-Chorus: But we don’t mind the drizzle, It hides the tears just right. Chorus: Cuppa life, we’re having one more laugh before the bills come in, Cuppa life, the kettle boils louder than the latest sin, Cuppa life, from Brixton up to Aberdeen, We sip our dreams on a milk-white scene, Just another day in cuppa life. Verse 2: Sheila says she’s leaving but she never gets far, Taxi meter running but she can’t find her heart. Dave at the greengrocer swears he’s vegan now, But he sneaks out for a breakfast roll when no one’s around. Verse 3: The paperboy’s on strike so no one’s in the know, Still chatting like pros on the morning show. Bus stop poets ruling the land, With a flapjack, some tea, and a phone in hand. Pre-Chorus: We all say we’re changing, But stay put every night. Chorus: Cuppa life, we’re having one more laugh before the bills come in, Cuppa life, the kettle boils louder than the latest sin, Cuppa life, from Brixton up to Aberdeen, We sip our dreams on a milk-white scene, Just another day in cuppa life. Bridge: Oh we talk about escape, but the telly’s too loud, Pretend it’s revolution while we blend with the crowd. And maybe someday we’ll take that train north, But first, one more brew of course. Verse 4: Kids in the park with their cans and flair, Dreamers on scooters, music in the air. Someone shouts “Oi! Put the world to rights!” Then stumbles home for chips tonight. Verse 5: Sunday roast cooling, mum’s half-asleep, Dad’s in the chair counting unpaid weeks. Still we smile at the madness, proud as you like, Brewing up another round of life. Final Chorus: Cuppa life, we’re having one more laugh before the bills come in, Cuppa life, the kettle boils louder than the latest sin, Cuppa life, from Brixton up to Aberdeen, We sip our dreams on a milk-white scene, Just another day in cuppa life. Outro: You know what they say, tea fixes everything. Well… almost everything.
