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This song is about the common British practice of listening to radio four, particularly before you go to bed. Occasionally the Greenwich Time Signal (nicknamed the pips) are out of synch before the news is read. This is known as "crashing the pips" which is convenient because that's also the title of our song.
lyrics
I'm not a bourgeois whore
because I listen to Radio Four
I know the names of stars
and what is more...
Statistics on white-collar crime
the history of the Miners' Strike
Sailing By helps me sleep almost every night
Me I got mine, and you got yours too
While you're lying with him, I'm not thinking of you
National Anthem, forecast for ships
It's almost midnight, don't crash the pips
I don't need your Amen breaks
I don't need your weekend chores
I know there ain't no good on the dancefloor
You could be making shapes
I'd rather be home indoors
I loved it when she said No to Jacques Delores
Me I got mine, and you got yours too
While you're lying with him, I'm not thinking of you
National Anthem, forecast for ships
It's almost midnight, don't crash the pips
Me I got mine, and you got yours too
You're relying on him, I'm not counting on you
God save the Queen, forecast those ships
At the end of the night, don't crash the pips
