It’s eight o’clock on a Saturday
Oh it’s the morning – I should have said.
I’ve strolled along to the Tesco Express
Ten minutes ago, I was in bed.
Some milk and some coffee is all that I need
Otherwise I would have stayed warm and snug
The milk is for a lasagne for tea
And the coffee is my favourite drug.
Tesco Express is empty this early
But that woman that’s grumpy is here
She’s restocking a freezer down at the back,
I see her and turn round in fear.
Carole faced her angry wrath
Yesterday when questioning an offer
She was really quite angry about 50p
As if it came out of her coffer.
But all that aside, my eyes were opened
By the woman being served next to me
She’d come into buy some milk
And some vodka. Not one bottle. Three!
“I’ve a coupon for that!” she exclaimed,filled with glee.
“I’ll save money on my drink!”
That’s all that she uses her Clubcard for,
God knows what her liver must think.
“I’m off to work now,” she explained to the girl.
“Then I’m off out tonight,” she practically hissed.
I could be wrong, but I reckon by lunch
That woman I saw will be pissed.