Sandwich Seller
Tilly served the sandwiches, wearing hair extensions
They said she was a catch, she sure caught my attention
Hands upon the butter knife spreading Mother's Pride
Buttering my heart, melting me inside
There's nothing in the world feels any nicer
Than a kiss on the lips from a cucumber slicer
There's nothing in the world feels any better
Than a roll on the floor with my sandwich seller
The brunette on the cakes, said her name was Nancy
Tried to tempt me over with her fondant fancy
But she can keep her icing, keep her marzipan
Cause she can't hit the spot like my sandwich girl can
There's nothing in the world feels any nicer
Than a kiss on the lips from a cucumber slicer
There's nothing in the world feels any better
Than a roll on the floor with my sandwich seller
Tilly took my hand, said you won't regret this
Took me round the back amongst the bread and lettuce
Opened up the rolls, begging me for a filling
Said this one's on me, won't cost you a shilling
There's nothing in the world feels any nicer
Than a kiss on the lips from a cucumber slicer
There's nothing in the world feels any better
Than a roll on the floor with my sandwich seller
