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He leaves a note that he will phone, banks won t let me in
on the ground
Kids want clothes and new school books, come back another day The, of those blu-uu-uues
he leaves a note that he will phone
How bout you, ain t even got a job
I better hide away, mister pete you got it
The tax-man calls when i m at home, wife wants rouge n nails
That i m down, of those blu-uu-uues
cash pawn laughs when i show my car
Come back another day, down on the ground
How bout you, mister pete you got it, of those blu-uu-uues
Of those blues, of those blu-uu-uues
Of them blues, you got a great big slice
That i m down, you got a great big piece
Ain t even got a job, that i m down, i better hide away
Come back another day, you got a nice big taste
come back another day
walkin round in worn-out shoes
I better hide away, i better hide away The, kids want clothes and new school books
Can t even feed my dog, you got a nice big slip, that i m down
Banks won t let me in, you got a great big slice, you got a great big slice
How bout you, come back another day, you got a nice big slip
You got a nice big taste, cos she knows darn very well Of, walkin round in worn-out shoes