Penguin Sounds of the Deep Well

Deep, deep in the lounge of the ten o'clock well sippers
Veterans all, dusking on the dance floor and the bandstand
Sipping the one last drink, it tastes like twenty years ago
Cream upon cream that is now smooth as it ever was
Remember? It tasted so good you couldn't get enough
Now it goes down like nothing, but you remember the cream
When did we drink that stuff that changed our lives?
Sometime in the eighties I think, and nothing for it
Except to keep on searching for the home we left
Long ago somewhere deep in the milky sweet
lounge of the ten o'clock well sippers