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