Tray Lady
When you lay my tray
Could you try to leave something edible
Before you go away
Tray Lady
You can do better than this
If you surprise me with a few tasty treats
I'll leave you with a kiss
Your food is shit but your trays are gold
Your milk is warm but your meatloaf's cold
You work all day
And you're always on time
But you won't listen when I tell you
I don't want anymore of your slime
I have so much hope when the tray is coming
Before you come and go like a ghost
But when I lift the lid there's only a soggy piece of bread disguised as toast
Tray Lady
Tray Lady
You said you were bringing me a steak
But I only see mashed potatees
Tray Lady
I'm sick of the games you play
And I'm afraid I'll have to leave you
So that I can eat well today
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Tray Lady
When you lay my tray
Could you try to leave something edible
Before you go away
Tray Lady
You can do better than this
If you surprise me with a few tasty treats
I'll leave you with a kiss
Your food is shit but your trays are gold
Your milk is warm but your meatloaf's cold
You work all day
And you're always on time
But you won't listen when I tell you
I don't want anymore of your slime
I have so much hope when the tray is coming
Before you come and go like a ghost
But when I lift the lid there's only a soggy piece of bread disguised as toast
Tray Lady
Tray Lady
You said you were bringing me a steak
But I only see mashed potatees
Tray Lady
I'm sick of the games you play
And I'm afraid I'll have to leave you
So that I can eat well today
When you lay my tray
Could you try to leave something edible
Before you go away
Tray Lady
You can do better than this
If you surprise me with a few tasty treats
I'll leave you with a kiss
Your food is shit but your trays are gold
Your milk is warm but your meatloaf's cold
You work all day
And you're always on time
But you won't listen when I tell you
I don't want anymore of your slime
I have so much hope when the tray is coming
Before you come and go like a ghost
But when I lift the lid there's only a soggy piece of bread disguised as toast
Tray Lady
Tray Lady
You said you were bringing me a steak
But I only see mashed potatees
Tray Lady
I'm sick of the games you play
And I'm afraid I'll have to leave you
So that I can eat well today
Writer: Ian Smith
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