Spare some change Mr
You know Im down and out
Spare some change
You know I need it
Spare some change Mr
Im down on my luck
Spare some change
Well F**k you ya auld C**t
Spare some change Mrs
Spare me your change
I promise I, ll get steaming drunk
D ya think its my fault
Im down and out
D ya think its his fault
He chats up queers
D ya think its his fault
He drinks all those beers
If you think its our fault
Just remember this shout
F**k you ya auld C**t Im down but not out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I like it! And at this time of year when the weepie ones are out I can hear your beggar shout! This is what the giving season is all about, A bit of beer for your drunken lout. Never mind that he's not like you and me Leaving something different neath the Christmas tree.