Cold Potato Salad
There's a spectre at the lectern
Giving a lecture on clean living
In an age of dissent
But the menu's so empty
And there's nothing less tempting
Than eating the same meal again and again
Cold Potato Salad
Supposed to cure your malady
Cold Potato Salad
Supposed to cure your malady
Well, its 13.33, its time for some tea
A sit down and a slice of toast
Well, its 17.44, its time to eat some more
Or vomit and give up the ghost
Cold Potato Salad
Supposed to cure your malady
Cold Potato Salad
Supposed to cure your malady
Its six weeks maximum
Five years maxi-fun
41 months in the dock
Cold Potato Salad
Supposed to cure your malady
Come and cure my malady