The Caterer - The Fall

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

Door closing!

With me stick with me

I am the caterer

And mam will keep you warm

And offer chicken bone

Muffled voice

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