Aren’t you a skinny kid — Just like his poppa
Where’s he working ? — He’s not working
Thin as the smile I wear
Cold as the beaches you comb
Till the cows come home
Tell the truth again — Tell the truth again
Near to the knuckle, near to the knuckle
Why’re you laughing ? — You call that laughing ?
Wearing your death’s head grin — Even the fishes are thin
When the boat comes in
Things are better now — Things are better now
We’ve education
I doff my cap to a life that lets you
Dream a poor man’s dream
But he can’t have his coffee with cream
Till the cows come home