Humble Pie Theme From Skint (see You Later Liquidator)
Well, I ain't got much bread but it's alright I got the sun in the morning, got the moon at night Said, I ain't got much bugs in my bin, Sam Have another mother's ruin makes you feel alright Ah, who is it for, we shall overdraw
Well, I don't talk like them but I don't care much I got a rich man's trumpet, poor man's crutch Maybe I like to live on Diner's Club and Dow-Jones But it's all one big community chest, and chance will break my bones Who so ever, what so ever it's for, we shall overdraw
Oh, there's notice on the door, we shall overdraw
Well, I have to think of contracts in the morning Could I scratch their backs, should they kiss my ring Will they, will they jump me without warning Making noises like a banker seems the only way to sin Go out to your neighborhood greenback store We shall overdraw Overdraw
Oh, Mr. Banker, won't you send some bread to me You know I've just been busted and I need some security Oh, Mr. Banker, won't you write this song for us In true taste you've relented, there's no grizzle in my lush
Well, Mr. Ridley's bought a Bentley, Mr. Oldham sold his Rolls Mrs. Winston's fixing guineas, Mr. Carter's digging holes We'd like to thank you people for listening to our song We hope you get to hear the rest of the lyric Before they drop a bomb
