Savings all gone down the drain
Credit card refused again
Bailiffs knocking at the door
Demand my home and then some more
Pension stolen by the bankers
Theiving, grabbing lot of wankers.
No money, house or job: no life
The neighbour’s messing with my wife
A nicer bloke than him by far
But he drives better car
A twenty-twelve four-by-four
Mine’s a hatch-back with two doors.
Leave her, divorce her, that’s what I ought’er
But I’m scared she’ll take our daughter.
Since I’ve left the gravy train
Life will never be the same
Our good Lord, He takes the piss
There must be more to life than this?