We roamed the town for hours, for
somewhere to chain the bike
We couldn’t catch the train because
the unions were on strike

You held me oh so tightly
when we heard they had surrendered
Your hugging bent my Visa
but my credit was extended

We came with the intention
of buying a new toaster, but
we came away with futons
and a bloody James Dean poster

We queued for Queen and Country
For what seemed half my life
I bought a sense of humour
And some knickers for the wife

And when it came to five o’clock
outside the TV store
the siren blared ‘Attention!’
to all the other floors

We took our shoes and socks off
with all the crowds above
and sang the Corporate Anthem
in the Shopping Mall Of Love