Из альбома: How Are We Getting Home?
I'd say I'm in a pickle,
Me cash flow doesn't trickle
There's nothing in me pocket except lint,
There's no bread for me butter,
Me best friend is the gutter,
Do you get the bloody picture, boys I'm skint!
Chorus:
I'm short a couple a bob,
Since I started on the grog,
I've seen better days for sure,
I'm short a couple a bob,
Me head is all a throb,
I've seen better days for sure!
I spend me mornings clipping coupons,
Since I got me scoop on,
The church mouse is a rich man and I'm not
But I ain't a down and out, see,
The train just left without me,
I don't own a smidgeon or a jot!
Chorus:
I'm short a couple a bob,
Since I lost me job,
I've seen better days for sure,
I'm short a couple a bob,
I've run out of stuff to flog,
I've seen better days for sure!
The pot that I would piss in,
Is temporarily missin'
I'm not a pauper, I'm just poor,
I'm really not that miserable,
Though me lack of funds is considerable,
The wolf is selling crackers at the door!
Chorus:
I'm short a couple a bob,
I eat me chips without the cod,
I've seen better days for sure,
I'm short a couple a bob,
There's no corn on me cob,
I've seen better days for sure!
Well that silver spoon of mine,
Got stuck where the sun don't shine,
Good fortune ran away and doesn't call,
I've really fallen on hard times,
‘cause I've just run out of rhymes,
So I better finish quickly while I can… still…. finish.
Chorus:
I'm short a couple a bob
There's no bricks in me hod,
I've seen better days for sure,
I'm short a couple a bob,
I'm not the man you want to rob
I've seen better days for sure,
I've seen better days for sure…