https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6MqiPM_i3Y

Written during lockdown from fond memories of cheap baked goods. With apologies to Hans Zimmer, Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil.

 

 

Shiver my tummy, shiver my bakes
(Let’s go to Greggs)
There are men whose bellies are empty of cake
(Let’s go to Greggs)

I will fill myself under Greggs signs blue
A savoury luncheon and a shortbread too
It’s as cheap a tale as was ever told
Of coffee scalding and of pastries half-cold

Shiver my tummy, shiver my soul
(Let’s go to Greggs)
There are holes only filled by a bacon roll
(Let’s go to Greggs)

At noon those pastries all fly off the shelves
The lunchtime crew must fight to feed themselves
The builder there would have got his mate
An extra bean’n’cheese melt, but he was too late (was too laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate) (five six seven eight)

wooma wacka wooma wacka something not right
many wicked icky things in the coffee tonight
wooma wacka wooma wacka thirsty man beware
while the pastries make you whole, the drinks make you despair (drinks make you despair)

ONE MORE TIME NOW

Shiver my tummy, shiver my guts
(Let’s go to Greggs)
There’s a door on the high street that never shuts
(Let’s go to Greggs)

When the bacon’s grilled and the shortbreads made
There’s no turning back from any pittances paid
And when sausage rolls are only 95p
You can bet your boots there’ll be gluttonyyyy

Shiver my tummy, shiver my legs
Gosh I REALLY LOVE GREGGS