(spoken)

Yes, hello, hello?

No, I´m sorry, I´m frightfully busy to-day.

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 your song for you?

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´ll have to call you

I´m sorry, hello, hello, I can´t

I just can´t cope, I´m sorry!



Here´s your tea, Mr. Baldry

Ohh, bless your heart.



(singing)

Every nation in creation has its favourite 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 boom-a-lacka, zoom-a-lacka, wee

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 tea cup

Will always hit the spot



You remember Cleopatra

She had a date to meet Mark Anthony at three

When 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 yelling "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 yells "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'll 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