Tagliatelle
Yeah we're cooking tagliatelle
Watching something stupid on telly
Someone's singing in the shower yeah I think it's Teddy
Sipping on a bevvy filling up the belly heavy, stop
Sit down and just breathe a bit
Cooking something else but you can't just eat a bit
Step lightly in the night see walls like paper
I can hear Mike's vapour
I can hear it from the first floor
I think that you deserve more
Now I'm stalling let me move back
Give space let's make this a new track
The walls are spotty from the blu tack
Posters of the past make me laugh don't assume that
You're not welcome cus you always are
Come for a cuppa any time just press start
Just press start we could play just dance
Shouting up the stairs yeah I'm going shop who cares
Get us a tinny and a can of lilt
Swiftly blu knocked his head this is the sound it spilt
Still not a clue which path I'm on
Cutting about under red skies
I can't comprehend how the time flies
Catch us cheffing up aromas
Bozos slumped on the sofas
Two magpies out the window
Two for joy but we'll let the wind blow
Tagliatelle on the stove top
Add the vino and the other stuff
But we always save enough for another glass
Tagliatelle on the stove top
Mix the garlic with a rough chop
Watching something stupid on telly
Someone's singing in the shower yeah I think it's Teddy
Sipping on a bevvy filling up the belly heavy, stop
Sit down and just breathe a bit
Cooking something else but you can't just eat a bit
Step lightly in the night see walls like paper
I can hear Mike's vapour
I can hear it from the first floor
I think that you deserve more
Now I'm stalling let me move back
Give space let's make this a new track
The walls are spotty from the blu tack
Posters of the past make me laugh don't assume that
You're not welcome cus you always are
Come for a cuppa any time just press start
Just press start we could play just dance
Shouting up the stairs yeah I'm going shop who cares
Get us a tinny and a can of lilt
Swiftly blu knocked his head this is the sound it spilt
Still not a clue which path I'm on
Cutting about under red skies
I can't comprehend how the time flies
Catch us cheffing up aromas
Bozos slumped on the sofas
Two magpies out the window
Two for joy but we'll let the wind blow
Tagliatelle on the stove top
Add the vino and the other stuff
But we always save enough for another glass
Tagliatelle on the stove top
Mix the garlic with a rough chop
Credits
Writer(s): Albie Edmonds, Michael Kay
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