Wine In A Suitcase


And you may find yourself in a rose garden
And you may ask yourself, I beg your pardon
This is a works event, I’m off my face
What we need is more wine in a suitcase

The deputy editor of The Sun is here
But he’s not on Beaujolais he is on beer
He’ll make sure the plebs don’t hear of these things
Oh no, Jocasta has broken Wilf’s swing

There’s a funeral in the morning
But we won’t be sad
We’ll simply just keep getting more and more pissed
And then we won’t feel so bad


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