Another Round of Drinks Lyrics

Hey all you refugees

He states he’s "not too bad, not too bad"

She’s "sort of up and down"

He "could have been worse"

She’s "so-so but you know mustn’t grumble"

They’re all my friends

But why’s none of us just feeling fine or even great?

First round of drinks

And it’s three rounds to my turn, I think

He gives his daily report

Just headlines of highlights to keep it short

He all he ever talks about is sport

Who drew, who won and who has scored

He just spent £400 on lunch

They’re all my friends but this is too much

Second round of drinks

And it’s two rounds to my turn, I think

He just bought a share

He nods but doesn’t really care

She has put on some weight

Nobody notices but that’s what she declares

Ah-ah easy sarcasm from the left

They’re all my friends, which I try to respect

The latest round of drinks

And it’s one more round before my turn, I think

He forces himself to put in a joke

She laughs but thinks he’s a total schmuck

He blinks and winks and tries all kind of tricks over this blond

She notices, smiles but doesn’t respond

Another round of drinks

And next round is my turn, I think

I’d better split

I’ll buy them their drinks

But I just had enough

They’re all my friends but this is too much

Guess I'll see you all again tomorrow night