Lyrics of The caterer

And dad will keep you warm
And mam will keep her warm
And in the swarm
Stick with me, stick with me
I am the caterer

Stick with me stick with me
I am the caterer

With me stick with me
I am the caterer
And mam will keep you warm
And offer chicken bone

I fertilise them
(with wild goat money)
(the goats are getting wild)
Feeding on the finest grain solution
Nothing does any good
They stand on their heads
I used to grow things
But it's faces and brains
But those slitty eyed birds
Throw bad (apples short)
I am not your mother
(you over limbed oaf)
Oryour father who left
In the last council coach
Keep in the black and stay out of the red
Stick with me, stick with me
I am your caterer
I am your caterer
I am your caterer

And dad will keep you warm
But he has left home
And your mother went out
Cos it was too warm
Stick with me stick with me
Chicken and chips off the bone
I am the caterer
I am the caterer

I serve chips to the left of (erector)
Green is the double or treble to get
And turn the card on your pack of cigarettes
Stick with me stick with me
I am your caterer