Pasty Song

I spent my last pound
On a pasty with a synthetic taste
Well im still hungry
Even though I didn’t let that pasty go to waste
I can’t pay my taxes
I can’t pay my rent
It’s all building up around me
Don’t seem no solution hell or heaven sent

Im a poor player
Im playing the fool
Aint nobody gonna feed me my pasty
With a silver spoon

My guitar strings are breaking
My computer is past its prime
And the diaphragm from my microphone
Is shaking loose all the time
The phone people blocked my phone
I can’t ring the tax man to explain
Can’t ask my friends for pennies
Can’t even sell my name

Coz im a poor player
Im playing the fool
Aint nobody gonna feed me my pasty
With a silver spoon

They phoned me on a Tuesday
They said where’s our pay
I said I’ve still got no money
Just like I told you yesterday
They said you better make a list
Of everything you own
And on wednesday we'll send round
Some big boys and a van to your home

Coz im a poor player
Im playing the fool
Aint nobody gonna feed me my pasty
With a silver spoon
Coz im a poor player
Im playing the fool
Aint nobody gonna feed me my pasty
With a silver spoon