There’s a marvellous expression
That is often overheard
To make a good impression
Try this one-size-fits-all word
It has thousand helpful uses
If you’ve nothing better planned
No need to make excuses
When you have it close at hand
It’s…fine, it’ fine
No really, it’s fine
Avoid a nasty schism
Employ this euphemism
Just say…
You’re out on a date
They’ve texted they’re late
But you’re happy to wait
Since you’ve already paid for the wine
‘It’s fine’
It’s a quarter to eight
You’re getting irate
So you order the skate
Which arrives over-done at half nine
‘It’s fine’
Now they’re clearing your plate
And you’re brimming with hate
Where the hell is your mate?
You’re still sitting alone in a suit you’ve been wearing since dawn and quite frankly you feel that they’re crossing a line
It’s fine
It’s fine, it’s fine
No really, it’s fine
It truly doesn’t matter
Just have the seafood platter
Just say…
When you trip in the street
And fall head over feet
In some unset concrete
And your arse leaves an abstract design
It’s fine
You rise from your seat
Now you’re white as a sheet
People laugh and they Tweet
And you find you’re a big hit online
It’s fine
You’re crushed with defeat
Turning red as a beet
As you bid your retreat
The crowd cheer and take photos, it’s not til you’re home that you notice you’re splattered and sprayed like a Roy Lichtenstein
It’s fine
It’s fine, it’s fine
No really, I’m fine
I may be bruised and battered
But in a way I’m flattered
Just say…
When you see an old flame
And you still feel the same
But he can’t place your name
As he asks you to meet Caroline
It’s fine
You are out of the frame
And you’re blushing in shame
And you want to exclaim
‘Get your hands off you bitch, he’s still mine’
It’s fine
You make jokes but they’re lame
Then you both play the game
Where you try to shift blame
About who lost the dog that you raised from a pup til he left like your love when it withered and died on the vine
He’s probably fine
It’s fine, it’s fine
No really, we’re all fine
They’re perfect for each other
She looks just like his mother
We’re all fine
It’s just a sweet expression
Of my passive aggression
Life’s so, we’re both, I’m just – cup of tea anyone? - fine
