So we were laughing over snooker whilst the others drank their wine Standing out to praising me we hoped it would define The taxi members had to take his money on his face Whilst overcharging everybody getting us there later Shooing up to get us waiting in a room Smoking all our feelings whilst we sing and down the sad sad tune And later on when the business is done And everybody's gone home We slide abound, kicking cans around And eating chips and chicken when we're feeling down Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again Chips and chicken So we were lying in a hotel room, my brother's on the phone Laughing in a tiny room which then he tried the door Asked us down for breakfast, almost didn't sleep Chambermaid is knocking hard, oh, why don't they let us dream? Checking out at bedlam, I think we're moving on Well, another story to tell, now what the hell is going on? Later on when the business is done And everybody's gone home We slag abound, kicking cans around And eating chips and chicken when we're feeling down Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again Chips and chicken, the van's all empty again