In the pubs and on the street
Don't frown and you're a creep
If you smile you're a liar
If you don't say " it's bitter cold"
{hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! .... Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!}
They say what about the money?
But I think that I'm industry [in the street?]
I think they've got a bloody cheeck.
I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly
What don't want a little kip
{they're touch sensitive.}
Old people worry about the milk
But in the street they call you filth.
Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks
You are burstin' for a pee
Two coppers followed safe
The best thing is to stay home