Jobless

They have put up my pint
So I cannot afford
To go out of a night
And get drunk as a lord

They’re saving my liver
They’re saving my life
They’re saving my girlfriend
Becoming my wife

I no longer eat burgers
Or greasy wrapped chips
Or visit big restaurants
And almost leave tips

The tobacco’s gone up
And I cannot pay
So I no longer smoke
Forty fags every day

My lungs feel no better
I suppose it takes time
To cough up the tar
And the dole office grime