Sand in your socks, a couple
Stray hairs on your pillow
That’s all of the debris these good-for-nothing years have left behind

So, you've been had,
You've been left out in the open
You've had enough of hoping but oh well, at least you tried

Now you're on your own again
The management apologises for the rain
On your parade, it’s only fate
That’s left you in this fragile state

Sounds like someone needs a hand
Like life it ain't gone just as planned
Well I know the best place in town
Why don't you just come on down to

Cellar 103
What’ll it be?
What’ll it be?
(x2)

If you’ve hit rock bottom and
You’re struggling for air, if
You don’t know which way is up
If you don’t really care
There’s just one place you need to go
To while away the hours
Fifty meters from the Tube,
Downstairs from the tower

They’ve got cognac! Whisky! Vodka and tonic
I’d recommend a brandy if you’re feeling melancholic
Red and white and pink and green
More liquors than you’ve ever seen
Half a hundred types of artisanal gin
A newbie wouldn’t have a clue just where to begin
So pull up a chair, sit down right there
This is the venue, I’ll take you through the menu here at

Cellar 103
Come with me
Then you’ll see

Come in and see, come in and see

What'll it be

What’ll it be, yeah yeah yeah
What'll it do-wop-de-wop-a-do diddily-bop
Yeah yeah!

Cellar 103
What’ll it be
Don’t ever leave
Cellar 103
Yeah yeah yeah...