I went in this quaint coffee shop,
Hade homemade pie and chips were hot,
Lovely pictures on the wall,
I hoped they’re fixed and they don’t fall.

A cappuccini coffee,
I fancied for my drink
Joan had a toasted sandwich,
Her belly just to fill.

A busy little place this is,
They do their best to serve,
And when it’s busy at midday,
I expect it strains their nerves.

The rain is coming down I see it with a frown,
Oh what a rotten day when we’ve come into town,
We’re going on the pier,
And hope it don’t pour down.