..and it's riff raff paddy whack the bank will take your home and we'll go off a wandering into the twilight zone,
so raise your glasses they're half full,
we all know what that is,that's a load of bull.
It's one for the master another for his wife and poor sods get ****** all,I think they call it life.
so it's, knick knack a sack for your bed and under the bridge you'll lay your head,
a wandering,a wandering,pondering on the words that you've read.
but when you're down in the tomb there'll be no room because the homeless society are massed in the gloom and it's knick,knick knack,a pipe full of crack for the junkies on the corner who don't like 'smack'
we're all better than what we think when we can and when we think that we are we'll be far away.
so it's a hi jolly ** and off we go..........