I heard magmavander’s lovely, cool mix of SackJo’s ‘Choices May Change’ found here http://ccmixter.org/files/m... and knew I wanted to do something to the backing track, which magmavander very kindly uploaded separately.
 
The words are inspired by a dinner party I went to a while back. About two-thirds of the way through the evening, I found myself stuck at a corner of the table with three men talking about quantity surveying. At the other end of the table, the women were discussing a different subject. I saw one of them mouth the words (very appropriately) ‘oral sex’ and they all looked at each other significantly. I promptly moved up-table.
 
This is just a bit of fun for the holiday season. I hope you all have a happy time. With love, Ciggi. xxxx
 
QUANTITY SURVEYING
Look at him at the far end of the table
Into a discussion on flat screens and cable
All you boys down there, what planet are you from?
Why d’you think we ladies up here have got our war paint on?
Oh he’s gorgeous but he’s talking quantity surveying
What the hell is wrong with him, can’t he see I feel like playing?
Why won’t he talk to me, make it personal and deep
Just glance this way, move closer and feel my heat
But now he’s onto something else!
Last Saturday’s match
Some bozo missed a catch
Unjustified selection
Team-wide dejection
He’s gotta bigger Merc
Doing well at work
His new pocket gadget
It’s science and it’s magic
It’s bloody tragic! Put a sock in it and look my way
If he’s out of small talk, I’ve got masses to say
Is he really this implausibly cool?
Or a luscious, brown, six foot fool?
Or a machine running low on fuel?
Or a heartless bastard being cruel?
Look at me, he’s got me all trembling and breathy
Weak with emotion, no logical thought, I’m not dissembling
Oh I’m stumped by him, I simply cannot make him out
But I know I’m perilously close to giving him a clout