[Pommy, out of money, looks for work (not easy when you're blind) and eats at the soup-kitchen]
(S. Rists)
We'll be walking down the street
With our moccies on our feet
And our cig'rette packets under.. our t-shirts
And our flannel shirts as well
And our hair without no gel
We decided that it does look rather swell
I look around at the poverty-stricken nation
Take a walk to the Army of Salvation
Smile and grin at the free food all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like Brian May
Then I get on my knees and pray..
We don't get soup again!
The train it had to come
We'd been waiting for so long
But the Met man said there's nothing to be done
But it finally arrived
So I tapped my way inside
Around the city I was going to ride
I go on down, to the rotten job centre
Looking for, any job you'd care to mention
Smile and grin at the people in the queue
Pick up my dole and complain
There's just no jobs around
Then I get on my knees and pray..
I soon find work again!
Yeeeeaaaaahh!
Eat the new soup
Same as the old soup
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