Good Afternoon

Now, fellow, here you are

In a shitty British bar

With a frothy little frown upon your lips

Another pinty for me friend, extra warm!

(Your accent blows)

Well, I beg to differ

As you're drowning in that ale

You're feeling like a failure

Sorrier than soggy fish and chips

But you don't have to sit and pout

Just let your inner Scrooge come out

'Cause why should any other jerk enjoy his day?

When you're down in the dumps

And need some cheering-upsies

Turn and tap

A hapless chap

And sweetly say

Good afternoon!

Good afternoon!

(Well, I never!)

Just let one fly and you'll be smiling pretty soon

Like this!

Good afternoon!

(I beg your pardon?)

You pompous ass

It's like "piss off" but with a little touch of class

Oh, two little words can totally change your tune

Good afternoon!

Good afternoon!

Good afternoon!

So you've done nothing wrong

In so very, very long

And I get it's an important point of pride

(It's part of my job)

But come on, now, don't stay quiet

You know you want to try it

Better to never let all of the bitter be bottled up inside

(Oi! Out of the road, dingus!)

Oh, come on, bub!

He's got it coming

You know you want to

Come on, it's right there

Just let it

Good afternoon!

(Yes!)

Good afternoon!

(The hell you say?)

Sir, you're a wankerous, cantankerous buffoon

(What's all this, then?)

Good afternoon!

You smell of shite

Now, he didn't say good morning or goodnight

That's right!

Yes, two little words can totally change your tune

Good afternoon!

Good afternoon!