Subletters Pt. 2 by The Cool Greenhouse Lyrics
[Verse 1]
So the subletters decided to go out to the fairground that was just down the road
They wanted to complain about the goldfish even though there weren’t any
But me, I decided to stay at home
I did some laundry, then I tried to work out how to avoid repaying my student loan
But unfortunately they clocked that line
And they said “you’re booked mate”
I said “Well, that’s a fair cop”
But luckily they had all my details wrong
They thought I was an orthodontist from London
When actually I’m an accordionist from Melbourne
And they thought my National Insurance number was AB34217
Which it isn’t
[Verse 2]
God save the delicious hell of post-fordist bureaucracy
Anyway, the neighbour who wears his christmas jumper all year round was visible through the window
Apart from this I could see a tree, a discarded chopstick and a wonky crow
And I could hear someone playing “Like a Virgin” very quietly through their car stereo
It was a hot Sunday afternoon, they rang the bells
And the neighbour was trying to explain to the crow why Jeff Bezos should pay more tax
But the crow didn’t understand
Because the crow was just a crow
And after this I just sat in my chair and spaced out for about three hours
Until the subletters came home with their placards
Disheartened that they couldn’t save any non-existent goldfish
And then I phone home, my parents’ home, but no one was home
And this is a pretty accurate fictional account
Of this week’s Sunday afternoon
So the subletters decided to go out to the fairground that was just down the road
They wanted to complain about the goldfish even though there weren’t any
But me, I decided to stay at home
I did some laundry, then I tried to work out how to avoid repaying my student loan
But unfortunately they clocked that line
And they said “you’re booked mate”
I said “Well, that’s a fair cop”
But luckily they had all my details wrong
They thought I was an orthodontist from London
When actually I’m an accordionist from Melbourne
And they thought my National Insurance number was AB34217
Which it isn’t
[Verse 2]
God save the delicious hell of post-fordist bureaucracy
Anyway, the neighbour who wears his christmas jumper all year round was visible through the window
Apart from this I could see a tree, a discarded chopstick and a wonky crow
And I could hear someone playing “Like a Virgin” very quietly through their car stereo
It was a hot Sunday afternoon, they rang the bells
And the neighbour was trying to explain to the crow why Jeff Bezos should pay more tax
But the crow didn’t understand
Because the crow was just a crow
And after this I just sat in my chair and spaced out for about three hours
Until the subletters came home with their placards
Disheartened that they couldn’t save any non-existent goldfish
And then I phone home, my parents’ home, but no one was home
And this is a pretty accurate fictional account
Of this week’s Sunday afternoon