"In These Shoes?"

Say – it’s all right for some;
bleedin’ freezin’, that’s me!
You ain’t, are ya mister,
in yer posh limousine?
So! You’ve wound down yer winda.
So there is life on Mars!
Say, what I wouldn’t give
for one of them cars!

Especially right now;
see me shoes ’ave been nicked.
I ’ope them who's pinched ’em,
they don’t soddin’ fit!
Thought I’d get some in Oxfam
but a bloke threw me out
and I weren’t doing nothin’
’cept lighting me snout.

If ya don’t mind me sayin’ –
them’s posh leather shoes.
Must ’ave cost yer a packet;
they still look brand new.

Hey, what’s eatin’ ya mate?
Ain’t ya never seen feet?
Bit grubby, I’ll grant yer,
but they scrub up a treat!
Speaking of which,
me beauty sleep beckons
and this ain’t a bad spot,
Say – what d’ya reckon?

Did you say something guv?
No, I don’t do no crack.
Drugs is a mug’s game,
so I learned a while back.

’Ere, I tell you what mister –
you don’t look so hot;
see, the road that you travel
I already trod. If you paid me
a fortune, I’d ’ave to refuse.
I'd rather go barefoot ...
than walk a mile in your shoes.