Out there in the fields, fighting for pub meals
We’re going back into normal
I don’t give a shite, I know I’m right
Djokovic and me will be forgiven, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t cry, don’t dry your eyes
We’re heading for the Wetherspoons wasteland
Whitty, take my hand, and Patrick Vallance
Peter Pandemic is here to make you bolder
Happy days are here, cricket and warm beer
Let’s get together, we won’t be getting much older
Wetherspoons wasteland, we wanna Wetherspoons wasteland
Wetherspoons wasteland, oh, yeah
Wetherspoons wasteland
We’re all wasted!
with thanks to @HenryNormalpoet and @vikkistone for the title
and apologies to The Who
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