The Kraut turned sour,
they'd told him that the coach left on the hour.
Looks like another Treaty of Versailles.
It was hardly our fault,
as the machinery ground to a halt.
Let's just look forward to Saturday night.
But our spirits dropped,
something like poppies in the Albert Hall.
Against the wall.
In Gregg's all night burger bar,
sits some would- be movie star,
waiting for her chauffeur to find his keys.
And for Gregg, the chicks come easy,
they don't mind if the burgers are greasy,
they're only too willing,
to get down on their knees.
In the wings sit the boys in blue,
waiting for this stage curtain to fall.
Against the wall.
Hired guns quit the dance,
fire blanks at the hollow drum of romance.
Just adding to the confusion.
Ballerina Jane trips the high wire,
falling head first into the fire.
Stoking the ovens of illusion.
And tomorrow Miranda will boast:
"Last night I had a ball"
Against the wall?
Capability Red 1980
