20 Quid Orange Lyrics

In 2019 I chose voluntary homelessness

All the people would ask me

Why would you do such a thing to yourself

My family would call me a cunt almost every night

Cos I'm a cunt sometimes

Sometimes I'm not

Sometimes I'm really kind

And Mr. Straynge

Is something I decided to call myself

When anybody called me a cunt

Here's a little story for you

One night in my old man's house

I took an orange and a twenty pound note

I said

This is what I think about money

Tell me what you think about this, old man

I took the orange in my hand

I said

Look how useful this little thing could be

But it's worth nothing compared to this piece of plastic money

But inside it carries

Multiple seeds that can grow multiple trees

That seems pretty handy

Pretty handy to me

Then I pointed at the twenty pound note

I said it's not worth the plastic it's printed on

Compared to this orange

If some day everybody decided this money was worth nothing

What you gonna do then with this piece of plastic

You can't plant it and you can't eat it

That's what I think about money

My father stood bemused

He didn't look amused

He said

Why do you have to be such a little cunt sometimes, Mr. Straynge

So it was at that moment I decided

I would go find something to live in where no one could tell me

The way I wanted to live was strange

So I found myself living in a brewery in The Medway Towns

Just me and my dog Boris

We would go to work during the day in a cafe

We would come home at night via a pub called The Nag's Head

Just to warm our little cockles

Before going back and shivering in a cold old shitty brewery

And I loved it