
Breakfast like a king, Dinner like a pauper Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2024
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