The night has dragged on, I wake with a yawn
It's 2AM, I make way to head on
As I stumble, my gut groans
Taste buds wet, the plate sits aglow, they're
Custard creams, in a spread of dreams
Stuffing my mouth full to the seams
With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core
The ideal choice to fill up your drawers
I cough and splutter, throat smothered by dry crumbs
I Heimlich myself, clearing my lungs
I can't stop myself as I reach for more
Through watering eyes, I prepare myself for
Custard creams, in a spread of dreams
Stuffing my mouth full to the seams
With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core
The ideal choice to fill up your drawers
Biscuit tins
Filled and brimmed
It's a time of grieving, a time of sorrow
I've finished the biscuits, shops shut til morrow
My biscuit dream, fleeting and quick
I lie down and begin to feel sick
Custard creams (taste divine),
in a spread of dreams (texture fine)
Stuffing my mouth full to the seams
With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core
The ideal choice to fill up your drawers
Custard creams, in a spread of dreams
Stuffing my mouth full to the seams
With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core
The ideal choice to fill up your drawers
Custard creams (custard creeeeeaaaammmm), in a spread of dreams
Stuffing my mouth full to the seams
With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core
The ideal choice to fill up your drawers
Custard creams (taste divine),
in a spread of dreams (texture fine)
Stuffing my mouth full to the seams
With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core
The ideal choice to fill up your drawers