Dan Jordan - Ban the Bums Lyrics

Don't know what to do
Brain ain't gotta clue
Only got one shoe
Standing in the soup queue
Looking like a right fool
Feeling cold feeling blue
Looks like I caught the flu
But at least I got my soup, few

Excuse me sir, how'd you do
Now who the hell do you think you're talking to?
You know that I can't be seen standing next to you
You're too tatty and I'm way too new

Looking through an old bin
Lucky if I find a thing
A paper and a bit of string
An empty tin, no diamond ring
An old guitar to help me sing
Waiting for a wealthy king
If he stops and starts to grin
Well that won't change nothin'

Hey there politicians where you been?
Playing around with all that money again
I'll just sit here and see what Santa will bring
A brown paper bag and a bottle of gin

I'm no business guy
Little sly, sharp tie
Nothing to buy
Can't afford apple pie
'Cause the government, they lie
Get high, can't fly
I ain't gonna cry
But the least I can do is try

You gonna sit around and watch me die?
Come on, pull up some seats now, don't be shy
And listen very closely and I'll tell you why
Or just go to your warm home and tune in on your hi-fi

Life unstable
No food upon the table
Would work if I was able
But no soul here will take you
Na, no-one wants to play ball
Life ain't no fable
Sipping soup from a ladle
No-one here to blame so

Na, this ain't the way to go
Just need to start pocketing some dough
Been looking through the wrong window
Someone send me back when I was spoon-fed from the cradle

Looking for my next meal
Daddy taught me not to steal
Hey, bum go to jail
Anywhere's a good deal
Weather makes my skin peel
Blisters on my right heel
Open up a torn sail
'Cause here comes a strong gale

It's not my fault that people don't feel
Well sir I don't wanna be no fifth wheel but
I'm damned if you think that I'm gonna yield
I'm just playing the hand that my God dealed
Thank you God

Sleeping in the city grime
Doing time, amongst the crime
Watching stars, see them shine
Dreaming 'bout food and wine
Can't be me I'm really trying
Waiting for some hopeful sign
Eyes open, always blind
I don't wanna fall behind

Hey you people, you dress so fine
Take a good look and I'm sure you will find
You've all gone, lost your minds
And that's the only thing I got I can call mine

Hey kid, need to chill
Chewing on your magic pill
Head feels like a windmill
Still gotta get your fill
Please waiter, no bill
Got no money, feeling ill
But gotta rob your cash-till
If he won't, then I will

Look at you all peering from your window sills
Well how the hell do you think that I feel?
I'm standing at the bottom of the steepest hill
It's a big, big climb and you know it's gonna kill
But don't worry 'bout it

Don't sleep in a bed
Don't know when I'm being fed
Hey there son, my name's Fred
You mind if I share some bread?
Better watch where I tread
Or I'll be torn to shreds
I ain't easily mislead
Got no job but I'm well read

But I'm still getting kicked in the head
Would it be easier if I just lay down dead?
Did you in your suits not hear what I said?
Well, just keep on talking, go right ahead
Or try listening instead

Ain't gonna grumble
Ain't gonna stumble
Wouldn't mind a change though
Ain't gonna say no
Time moves too slow
Gotta keep my head low
Nowhere to go
A cold wind's gonna blow

Better find shelter I can't feel my nose
Can't feel my feet and I can't feel my toes
I don't have anything at the end to show
I hate to admit it, there's a problem with my cash-flow

Face down in the mud
Cut lip, taste blood
But I ain't no mug
No sir, no thug
Getting up to no good
Would work if I could
Doing what a man should
And not sleeping on no rug

I'm not going to stand where you're stood
If I had your money, you think that I would?
Two worn eyes look from under my hood
But all I got to show are two bags and some broken wood

Ain't got jack to sell
No stories that I want to tell
No money for the wishing-well
Throw me in a prison cell
Society's a broken bell
It don't fit, it don't gel
It tripped me up and down I fell
Na, life ain't all that swell

I've been out here since I was twelve
People keep avoiding me, they think I must smell
I would wish you all a fonder farewell
But it really don't matter, this might as well be Hell

Ain't got no home
Ain't got no phone
Ain't never goin' to Rome
Ain't never even flown
Never gonna see me groan
Never gonna hear me moan
I don't wanna be alone
And I don't wanna set the tone but

I hope you're comfortable, sitting on your throne
I think that there's something you need to be shown
Not everything is plated in chrome
'Cause if you're the jewel that makes me the stone