Don’t ask me anymore!
I’m hanging up my hat.
I’m sunburnt and I’m sore.
It doesn’t matter that
you don’t know where you are.
And if you need to go,
the bathroom isn’t far.
And if you want to know
what vegetable that is,
just read the helpful sign.
I’m not here for a quiz.
And if I hear you whine
our green beans go to waste,
we save them all for seed.
I know you want a taste –
so go and have a feed
where everything’s for sale
in our gourmet café.
The salads serve our kale –
the menu’s on display.
Those clay domes in the bed
are blanching pots . . . Surprise!
I’ve stuck one on your head.
It looks to be your size.
Don’t ask me anymore.
My answer’d get me fired.
I’ve heard it all before
And I’m just sick and tired.