I've been drooling at some mangy scraps of bread And these hungry voices make a lot of noise inside my head Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine
Been hanging round the underground Found a couple of crumbs down there Was lucky and got some flirts From a girl with long brown hair She said her name was Mary May and She liked the springtime, oh She said she left the meal Half ate she said she left the crusts of toast
Don't need no fine cuisine Give me a dime for bacon rind Or slip me some of that old sardine
She'd been seeing a man named Jim Said the second place is just my style I knew she was keen to come and I was sure that I had locked the door And she had dropped the latch
I said "bring your dark eyes honey" She said "you bring yours" Said I don't take second glance So she walked out the door I walked after her it weighed me down And asked her why she left She said she only dealt leftovers And that all else felt like theft
If you see her, say hello She'll be out handing scraps But don't be fooled, her heart is ruled Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine