Dan Weller - Slipshod lyrics

"Oi f**s, let's eat 'ere, it looks niiice" Get me the manager "Oh dear, what seems to be the problem sir?" First of all I was greeted with a grimace Service with a sneer He don't want to be here Second of all I was seated by the window And the draft was a serious inconvenience There was lipstick on my gla** and it wasn't mine We put our order in - I can't believe the time This is a shambles, your cook is a heathen Your carpet is ugly and your veg ain't in season My impatience spread like gravy on a tablecloth And your head looks like it was carved out of a nut Rory C, well, tell 'em... I was waiting in line for 10 whole minutes This is unacceptable - you're pushing me to my limits! "Please don't raise your voice in here sir This is a respected establishment I'm sure we can sort this out quietly, no?" Oh really? Well that's a great vase you got there It'd be a real shame if something happened to it... Slipshod, kick it c*nt