The Record Company Bash

There's a woman in the wardrobe singing Beatles out of tune
And a salesman in the corner trying to blow up a burst balloon
And the Managing Director, he's a-lying on his back
He's got ice-cream on his trousers and he's planning his attack
It's just another Record Company Bash
Nice to know they've got the cash
You're the only one here I can talk to
Is there nowhere near we can walk to
I really want to see you again
But I don't know your name;

Let's go, let's go home
Yea, let's go, let's go home
Let's go, let's get out...

The Promotion Department secretaries are out to kill tonight
And the A and R director is still looking for his wife
Oh and there's a party in the bedroom
They've got the mirror on the floor
And there's a guy who says he's from Rolling Stone
Who shouldn't be here at all
It's just another Record Company Bash
Nice to know someone's got cash
And they're gonna do something obscene
With the video machine
I really think it's time to leave
Won't you come with me please?

Let's go, let's go home
Let's go, let's go home
Grab a bottle of whisky and a bottle of wine
It doesn't really matter if it's your place or mine
Let's go, let's go home...