Hold Up My Weekend - Live at Nashville Ballroom, London

[Intro: John King]
This is "I'm Not Stewing Steak"

[Verse 1]
Down by the bus stop, he’s waiting for a bus
He sees this female person; she looked nice enough
He said, "Would you like to hold up my weekend?"
He said, "Would you like to hold up my weekend?"
But all she said was

[Chorus]
I'm not meat (I'm not meat)
I’m not meat
I'm not meat (Don't treat me like meat)
I'm not meat
I'm not meat (I'm not meat)
I'm not meat

[Verse 2]
She didn't know what to say to this, he was confused
He didn’t know why she had to be so obtuse
He said once again, "Would you like to hold up my weekend?"
He said once again, "Would you like to hold up my weekend?"
But all she said was

[Chorus]
I’m not meat (I'm not meat)
I’m not meat
I'm not meat (I'm not meat)
I'm not meat
I’m not meat (I'm not meat)
I'm not meat

[Verse 3]
He didn't know what to say to this
She's certainly no conversationalist
We talk about the weather and we talk about the heat
We talk about the sunshine, we talk about my week
We talk about the country, how it's going to the dogs
We talk about my [?] town and how it's [?]
We talk about my mother, how she's feeling really ill
We talk about my illness and I show her all my pills

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
Ahh, Ahh (Ahh, Ahh)
Ooh, ooh
Ahh, Ahh
Ooh, ooh
I'm not meat
I'm not meat
I'm not meat

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh (I'm not meat)
Ahh, Ahh
Ooh, ooh (Don't treat me like meat )
Ahh, Ahh
Ooh, ooh (Oh, treat me like a human being)
Ahh, Ahh