The Rollo Treadway - The Children of Table 34 Lyrics

One or two lumps of sugar in your tea?
I'd bid you good morning
But I'm sure you'd disagree.
Sir, you'll be the death of me.
Please have a seat
Your place is set at table 33.

All your brothers and sisters wish you well.
It worries them to see you look so pale
And out of breath.
Sir, we'll be the death of you.
No victims, only volunteers
On table 32.

So, where'd you learn to hold your
Tongue so still?
By hook or by crook we'll make it spill
From first to last.
Answer and we'll ask no more.
Where are the children of table 34?