Everything Stops For Tea

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