Oooohhh! What's this? On the bottom tray of tea trolley. A firkin of Kent's Best and a schload of plastic cups...

Wooohooooo!

Screeching to a halt at the end of the corridor, and making ready to play pub landlady.

♬
Come all that love good company
And hearken to my song
Tis of a lovely hostess fine
That lives in London town
Who sells good ale both nappy and stale
And always thus sings she
My ale was tunnn,d when I was young A little above my knee

The gayest lady with her fan
Doth love such snappy ale
Both city maids and country girls
That carry the milking pail
Will take a touch and not think much
To sing so merrily
My ale was tunn'd when I was young A little above my knee

You're welcome all brave gentlemen,
If you please to come in,
To take a cup I do intend,
And a health for to begin:
To all the merry jovial blades,
That will sing for company,
My ale was tunn'd when I was young, A little above my knee.