Okay, so this one isn’t autobiographical but I wanted to write an upbeat minor-key song in the same vein as the Beatles Michelle and Girl. Graham Gouldman’s influence, however, seems to have hijacked my songwriting here along with vocal harmonies inspired by the Hollies. The chorus was a bit of a cop-out but it seems to work after the wordiness of the verses. My favourite line? “I’ll admit not entirely on her own.” It has a very English coyness! The song was Highly Commended in the UK Songwriting Contest. (Written and recorded March – April 2019).
Lyrics
So I met this girl in a supermarket queue
Slap in the middle of town
And we both confessed that we didn’t have a clue
Where frozen pizzas were found
So we searched ev’ry aisle and she gave me a smile
When we found what we both came for
But imagine our plight when the fact came to light
Just one pizza left in the store
Supermarket queue…
We didn’t have a clue…
Supermarket queue…
Now what are we to do…?
And I don’t recall who suggested the idea
The pizza could be shared
So I asked her address and it seemed she lived quite near
So a date was hastily prepared
Well that evening at eight I arrived for the date
With a bottle and a bunch of flowers
She invited me in and I said with a grin
I’d been waiting for hours and hours
Supermarket queue…
We didn’t have a clue…
Supermarket queue…
Now what are we to do…?
Supermarket queue…
We didn’t have a clue…
Supermarket queue…
Now what are we to do…?
So we smiled and talked while we drank and we ate
And we laughed and giggled away
And the hours flew by and the time was getting late
And I swear she was leading me astray
With a last glass of red she retired to her bed
I’ll admit not entirely on her own
But imagine what we’d do in the supermarket queue
If the shoppers would leave us alone
Supermarket queue…
We didn’t have a clue…
Supermarket queue…
Now what are we to do…?
Supermarket queue…
We didn’t have a clue…
Supermarket queue…
Now what are we to do…?