Home Made Lemonade

A girl in a nylon apron serves me cinnamon toast
On a plate with a picture of a cat
The man on the next table pretends to read the paper
We all know he’s asleep under his hat
Look out on the street
And I see a lady feeding birds too fat to fly
Everything is basic in a town like this
You get your picture in the paper if you catch a fish
Dwelling on if onlys on a rainy day
Just like Dolly I will get away
Goodbye to homemade lemonade
The girl with the apron talks way too loud on the phone
About a boy she wants to snog
They still have that sign up
But someone has decided that
Patch doesn’t count as a dog
Look out on the street
And I see a lady feeding birds too fat to fly
Everything is basic in a town like this
You get your picture in the paper if you catch a fish
Dwelling on if onlys on a rainy day
Just like Dolly I will get away
Goodbye to homemade lemonade
Everything is basic in a town like this
You get your picture in the paper if you catch a fish
Dwelling on if onlys on a rainy day
Just like Dolly I will get away
Goodbye to homemade lemonade