Everything Stops for Acid Lyrics

I am.
A got about a flan about a want to be a fan about
You'll never get a better chap
To put upon a buttered bap.
You'd better give
A chap a sedative.
It's got to be the best bit
To keep a jolly waistcoat

A nice buttered bun and a cup of tea
In the midday sun is fine with me.
Nightfall, spiteful,
But I take my rightful
Seat, the beat here's quite delightful

When one gets so flaccid
Everything stops for acid

Banjolele solo!

Mmm, rather enjoyed that.
I think I'll have another go.

Everything stops
Everything stops
Everything stops for acid

Everything stops
Everything stops
Everything stops for acid

Everything stops
Everything stops
Everything stops for acid

Everything stops
Everything stops
Everything stops for acid

Everything stops
Everything stops
Everything stops for acid

Everything stops
Everything stops
Everything stops for acid

Everything stops
Everything stops
Everything stops for acid

Everything stops
Everything stops
Everything stops for acid

Oh crikey, it's Lady Fanshaw
Darshalton, I'm not in!