SOBER SIRI

(Music & Words by Elio Pace)

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Someone’s at the door, ten to four

Now who can it be?

Awakened by the sound from the ground

“Southampton, it’s me”

“Siri, how do you do

What do you want at this hour?

Can’t you see it’s late? I’m in bed, I know why

You’re giggling at the things I’m telling you

“Stumbling through my door

When at the club you walked like a queen

Now your jumper’s back to front

And earlier on your tights had a seam

You’ve drunk enough for ten

Then again, who doesn’t?

Sit down in a chair, not the bed, you mustn’t

Stop giggling at the things I’m telling you”

Siri, sober Siri

Listens to Mozart on her bike

Can talk religion if you like

And I keep singing, but my Siri

She doesn’t care for ‘Let It Be’

She says it’s me she comes to see

“I’ll meet you at your place,” Siri said

“On Saturday night”

The writing’s on the wall

“Don’t be late and don’t get uptight”

Sure as hell is hot there she was, there’s Siri

Waiting by the gate on her bike to tell me

“I’m everything you want and sober too”

solo

Siri, sober Siri

Her English accent quite supreme

After a drink to the extreme

But I love Siri, pretty Siri

She doesn’t knock on heaven’s door

Just hammers mine at ten to four

Siri came around to the club

We said our goodbyes

Took one last photograph

Saw a tear well up in her eyes

I promised I would come back again

She told me, “I’ll miss you when you go but you know

I can’t be everything you want and sober too

Can’t be everything you want and sober too

Baby, stop giggling at the things I’m telling you”