Breakfast like a king, Dinner like a pauper Lyrics

Monique saw my mural in Paris Saint-Denis

Asking when I'm playing the next show in Paris

In a town where I can't even pronounce the street name

What's the name?

Living with my parents like the lady from Belfast

Every night at dinner

We reminisce about when

Time was as valuable as a gram of LSD

These talks are really lovely and amusing for me

Drinking normal tea

Not the Irish kind

The least Scottish man you'll find

I've lived here all my life

Born into a backdrop that I didn't choose

Close the door please

Only ex-pats wake to haggis and boozed

Replacing beer battered fish with Beaujolais

What a bastardization of breakfast these days

What a parody, what a parody

Breakfast like a king

Dinner like a pauper

For all the bangers and mash

We're underpaid workers

Shepherd's pie is the diamond in the rough gem

Mystified by the Dan Browns of long-lost men

Who's going to think of the takeaway workers?

Who's going to think of the takeaway workers?

Braving rainy roads to feed hungry minds

Hospitality workers need a day to rewind

Give them Christmas Day every year

They deserve a little cheer

A moment to share in Guinness and beer

A moment to share in Guinness and beer

When we were kids

We'd try to catch hares

Or look for a fish under the bridge

But none were ever there

In the arboretum

They've built a place with cement

Now if there are fish there

Well

That's irrelevant

Breakfast like a king

Dinner like a pauper

For all the bangers and mash

We're underpaid workers

Shepherd's pie is the diamond in the rough gem

Mystified by the Dan Browns of long-lost men

When the system works

It's not really luck

It's designed to keep you full of resentment and stuck

Then your patience is tested with unlined pockets

Still working for branded philosophers for a profit