Think I’ll pour some homemade beer
To give myself a little cheer
It’s so cold and wintry here –
The sunshine’s gone to Oxfordshire
Sunday looks a promising day –
Then the sunshine’s here to stay
Come train through the forests of rain
Bring my girl to my aching arms
Into the night against the grain...
I had greatness thrust upon me
When I came to Plat du Jour
I would not have laid odds on me...
