Intro: verse 1 I wanna kill your Sunday morning, call dusk on a new age dawning I don’t care what’s comin’ around the bend; I speak ill to eke out my stipend. It’s good to be lost, I don’t wanna be found And when laugh time comes around I’ll give you alehouse futsal. verse 2 Your softly spoken friends, their fortnight in the Fens Your time slip stories I avow Are boring the arse off me now. I’m gonna put up a wall in your through lounge My animosity knows no bounds I’m gonna give you alehouse futsal. INSTR verse 3 Picnics with craft beer, Elbow in Delamere Your brand new 10K P.B. Haile Gebrselassie When you try combining that cloud with silver lining Gonna give you alehouse, I’ll give you alehouse Gonna give you alehouse futsal.