Cold Potato Salad

There's a spectre at the lectern
Giving a lecture on clean living
In an age of dissent
But the menu's so empty
And there's nothing less tempting
Than eating the same meal again and again

Cold Potato Salad
Supposed to cure your malady
Cold Potato Salad
Supposed to cure your malady

Well, its 13.33, its time for some tea
A sit down and a slice of toast
Well, its 17.44, its time to eat some more
Or vomit and give up the ghost

Cold Potato Salad
Supposed to cure your malady
Cold Potato Salad
Supposed to cure your malady

Its six weeks maximum
Five years maxi-fun
41 months in the dock

Cold Potato Salad
Supposed to cure your malady

Come and cure my malady