I'll meet you at eighteen hours
At Leicester Square next to Vue,
Where the atmosphere glows
And femmes fatales show off perfumes.
It's London Film Festival this week,
You know, my friend, it's not to be missed.
Here's Sandra presenting new flick -
Will it get Oscars?
Or will I fall asleep?
The Times are rushing,
Cheeks are blushing,
Coens're not in good mood,
My mind is totally crashing-
It's all for good.