Aunty Mabel ft. The Leisure Society Lyrics

We'll all be famous!

All the music stopped because your aunt is sleeping in

Even though it's lunchtime and your grandad's gardening

Mower's making noises that could cross the galaxy

And everyone can hear it but your Aunty Valerie

She can't hear music when it starts

With all the complicated noises in her heart

Following the colours that they're manufacturing

Sleeping like a baby in a sugar bag factory

Climbing to the rooftops of your homes in Swadlincote

Crocodiles and Tigers fight for sprinting Antelope

All the Swans are flapping at Giraffes in Stapenhill

And everyone can hear it but your aunty Mabel

She can't hear the music when it starts

With all the complicated noises in her heart

Following the colours that they're manufacturing

SLEEPING, LIKE A BABY!

Take her home and hang her up to dry

Heaven's opened, and the sun went without saying goodbye

Is there a small chance, a slim chance, or a vague possibility

That all of these animals could possibly, or eventually move?

Eventually move