Who's In Albert Square

Well I'd hoped I'd treat myself to an evening of british sitcoms

But the masterplan was ruined from

The second that she came along

And the mind it always boggles why she cares

Who's in albert square

And though it seems impossible to bear

I can't help but to stare

If I try to make a protest I'll be guarunteed that she won't listen

There's a drama on the other side I'd love

But its not my decision anymore

And it's pointless to attempt to start a fight

And sacrifice my pride,

When I know I'll ultimately find

That I'm wrong and she's right

Well I'm slightly miffed to hear her crying

But the actors moving on and so the characters crying

And the musics getting sadder

In this solemn atmosphere

Why the hell is she crying?

He'll be back this time next year

Well I thought that I'd enjoy and reenactment of the first world war

Or a series about hammerhead sharks

That keeps repeating on channel 4

But the mind it always boggles why she cares

Who's in albert square

And though it seems impossible to bear

I can't help

I can't help

I can't help

I can't help but stare.