Lapsang Souchong sings the blues
Rose Pouchong wears pink silk kitten heeled shoes
Lady Grey sits in a wicker chair
With a footstool and a parasol and tortoiseshell combs in her hair
Darjeeling rides with Russian Caravan
Through mountain country to pay court to China Yunnan
Tetley's a Yorkshire boy, for sure
He knows the ladies wouldn't let him in the door
Tetley's a Yorkshire boy, for sure
He knows the ladies wouldn't let him in the door
But he's the one they all want hanging round
When you're cold and wet and miserable and your world's just fallen down
Orange Pekoe may seduce Earl Grey
Ceylon and Lemon plot while Assam is away
Barefoot and drunk on sasparilla
There goes the tiedyed upstart hippy Rooibosh with vanilla
Tetley's a Yorkshire boy, for sure
He knows the ladies wouldn't let him in the door
But he's the one they all want hanging round
When you're cold and wet and miserable and your world's just fallen down
And all their stories reach a clear conclusion
In my round brown Denby teapot as a fine infusion
Words and music by & © Talis Kimberley 5.4.2005