I get camping eyes in the final hour, last minute shoppers picking cauliflower,
the fuss they make, you'd swear
they were buying a car.
They always moan, moan it's not so cheap, cheaper still, cheaper still down the
street,
lose my rag and tell them take your bag and shop down there, closing down,
closing down another road, one way system steals the show, mac the knife swigs
a can and sings the day away,
there's more life, more life, more life-a in a tramps vest, there's more life,
more life, more life-a in a tramps vest.
The flower man sits down in the street surrounded by, stock he bought back last
week,
bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth, make up, we make up a
crappy joke, sit back,
relax and have a smoke, mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away,
there's more life, more life, more life-a in a tramps vest, there's more life,
