Mark E. Smith - The Caterer lyrics

And dad will keep you warm And mam will keep her warm And in the swarm Stick with me, stick with me I am the caterer Stick with me stick with me I am the caterer With me stick with me I am the caterer And mam will keep you warm And offer chicken bone I fertilise them (With wild goat money) (The goats are getting wild) Feeding on the finest grain solution Nothing does any good They stand on their heads I used to grow things But it's faces and brains But those slitty eyed birds Throw bad (apples short) I am not your mother (You over limbed oaf) Oryour father who left In the last council coach Keep in the black and stay out of the red Stick with me, stick with me I am your caterer I am your caterer I am your caterer And dad will keep you warm But he has left home And your mother went out Cos it was too warm Stick with me stick with me Chicken and chips off the bone I am the caterer I am the caterer I serve chips to the left of (erector) Green is the double or treble to get And turn the card on your pack of cigarettes Stick with me stick with me I am your caterer