Satirical song about the chain pubs you find in Britain.
Uk-based male singer-songwriter
UK-based male singer-songwriter. Piano and guitar-driven songs in the Rock/Acoustic/A.C. genre.
Lyrics
OLD WISHING WELL
copyright July 2003 Lyrics by Sarah Thurlow
Music by Paul Jeffery
six o'clock it's happy hour, the people crowd around
it's almost too good to believe, oblivion for just a pound
a girl sits in the corner dressed up to the nines
in lieu of love she will accept the men with one thing on their minds
she sips on whisky as she wonders who will take her home
meanwhile, the whole place explodes, the wishing well beats a night alone
another life wasted, another dream shattered
another weeks wages, it dont seem to matter
another love found, another in tatters
it's just another night at the old wishing well
eleven and it's closing time, the people can't believe
they give their whole lives to this place and now she's asking them to leave
a young boy sits outside, he's waiting for his dad
his mama sends him every night to see how much he's had
he sits there wishing he would come, a sad look on his face
meanwhile, the whole place erupts, the wishing well is open late
another life wasted, another dream shattered
another weeks wages, it dont seem to matter
another love found, another in tatters
it's just another night at the old wishing well
come sink your coins in the old wishing well
find your little piece of heaven
or your own private hell
come throw your dreams down the old wishing well
they're all in the same state, there's no-one to tell
another life wasted, another dream shattered
another weeks wages, it dont seem to matter
another love found, another in tatters
it's just another night at the old wishing well
if you're passing, come in, take a look
it's warm and it's friendly, we'll soon have you hooked
you'd better get drinking, your name's in the book
they're reeling em in at the old wishing well
another life wasted, another dream shattered
another weeks wages, it don't seem to matter
another love found, another in tatters
it's just another night at the old wishing well
as the bell rings and they take their places
she's lookin round at all the lonely faces
the music cuts out and the lights are fading
another day over at the old wishing well
