If you can't see my mirrors
I see you coming around, yeah
You're coming around


If you can't see my mirrors
I see you coming around, yeah

You're coming around

Pissed-up Sunday morning

We'll miss you in the show
Pissed-up Sunday morning
We'll miss you when you go

Go gently through the floor
A dismal and meaningless sigh


Pissed-up Sunday morning
We'll miss you when you go
Pissed-up Sunday morning

I'd kiss you, but you know
It'd be gently through the door
A dismal and meaningless sigh


Home from your elevens (?) tour
Honorable discharge aboard the HMS Pinafore

Oh what fun, oh what more (?)

If you can't see my mirrors

If you can't see my mirrors
If you can't see my mirrors
If you can't see my mirrors