The Nine-To-Five-rs hit the sofa in the lounge,
The Five-'Til-Midnights put more coal on the National Grid,
Those ITV soaps need extra megawatts,
As workers tire of adverts from the people they've been working for all day.
Put the kettle on! It's time to relax,
Put the kettle on! We need a few laughs.


We have a peephole to the corridors of power,
We have a portal to wealth and fame in front of us,
It's our reward for toiling, chomping at the bit,
Dreaming of time when we can break the ties and blow it all away.
Put the kettle on! It's time to relax,
Put the kettle on! We need a few laughs.


Always thought that there was something more,
More than this...
Evening cups of tea and shows we cannot miss, just can't miss,
Never wonder, never wonder how,
It's all we seem to want right now.


And so tomorrow? - Well the whole thing starts again,
With Fog & Rain at Blubberhouses, traffic jams and supervisors,
When are you you? You seem so far away,
You can't take it with you but you can try for yet another day.
Put the kettle on! It's time to relax,
Put the kettle on! We need a few laughs.