Lyrics
Yes, hello, hello?
No, I’m sorry, I’m frightfully busy to-day.
Oh, Mr. Baldry, can I have your autograph?
Oh, god, I can’t write!
But I’ve come a long way.
Oh, shit!
Oh, but it’s an equally long way to go back, isn’t it?
Oh, Mr. Baldry,
Can I play your song for you?
Oh, must you?
Uh, yes, I really must.
Oh, go on, then.
Yes, it’s awfully good, Mr. Lemon.
Oh, well use it on your new album!
Uh, I don’t know, I’ll have to call you
I’m sorry, hello, hello, I can’t
I just can’t cope, I’m sorry!
Here’s your tea, Mr. Baldry
Ohh, bless your heart.
(singing)
Every nation in creation has its favourite drink
France is famous for its wine, it’s beer in Germany
Turkey has its coffee and they serve it blacker than ink
Russians go for vodka and England loves its tea
Oh, the factory may be roaring
With a boom-a-lacka, zoom-a-lacka, wee
But there isn’t any roar when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea
Oh, a lawyer in the courtroom
In the middle of an alimony plea
Has to stop and help 'em pour when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea
It’s a very good English custom
Though the weather be cold or hot
When you need a little pick-up, you’ll find a little tea cup
Will always hit the spot
You remember Cleopatra
She had a date to meet Mark Anthony at three
When he came an hour late she said «You'll have to wait»
'Cause everything stops for tea
Now, they may be playing football
And the crowd is yelling «Kill the referee!»
But no matter what the score, when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea
Now, the golfer may be golfing
And is just about to make a hole-in-three
It always gets them sore when the clock yells «four!»
'Cause everything stops for tea
It’s a very good English custom
And a stimulant for the brain
When you feel a little weary, a cup’ll make you cheery
And it’s cheaper than champagne
Now I know just why Franz Schubert
Didn’t finish his unfinished symphony
He would have written more but the clock struck four
And everything stops for tea