Hey,
Joe McKenzie, you're driving us mad.
Why don't you serve in the bar?
Our glasses are empty.
We need you up here.
Hey, Joe McKenzie,
stop pouring the beer.
Hey,
Joe McKenzie, we know where you are.
Down in the cellar with Sue.
It's clear you love kissing,
but think of us first.
Hey, Joe McKenzie, we're dying of thirst.
La la la la la la la.
To hell with this place.
La la la la la la.
It's just in its place.
La la la la la la.
We're waiting up here.
La la la la la la.
Nobody to know beer.
Don't send us home feeling dry.
Come on, fill the glasses.
Don't treat us so bad.
Hey, Joe McKenzie, you're driving us mad.
