Mr Lady Grey misses his girlfriend Sarah
Ms Earl Grey misses Earl Grey
The evening is grey and bitter like lemon
It's five o'clock in the afternoon
They've got cakes they've got scones
They're sitting in the living room
Wishing it was their drawing room
They wish, they had their personal harp player
The evenings are grey and bitter, like lemons
Mr Lady Grey wishes those kids would stay in school forever
Ms Earl Grey wants her daughter to wed a rich fellow
The evenings are grey and bitter, like lemons
The evenings are grey and bitter, like lemons
Ms Earl Grey goes to the "shops" every day
To get her betting cards and play
Maybe she'll win it someday
And come out as the real big spender
Mr Lady Grey goes to the dog tracks every day
To get his betting cards and play
Maybe he'll win it some day
And come out as the real big spender
It's morning, it's Saturday
They stay at home to watch replays
At the satellite TV that killed their dreams to spend the day in the park
Holding hands until after dark
One day their number made the mark
But their ticket came apart
And the' was the undoing
They dropped it in the brewing pot of brown tea
And they saw their dream dissolving
The evenings are grey and bitter, like lemons
The evenings are grey and bitter, like lemons
The evenings are grey and bitter, like lemons
The evenings are grey and bitter, like lemons
