'Til The Cows Come Home

Aren’t you a skinny kid – Just like his poppa
Where’s he working ? – He’s not working
Thin as the smile I wear
Cold as the beaches you comb
Till the cows come home

Tell the truth again – Tell the truth again
Near to the knuckle, near to the knuckle
Why’re you laughing ? – You call that laughing ?
Wearing your death’s head grin – Even the fishes are thin
When the boat comes in

Things are better now – Things are better now
We’ve education
I doff my cap to a life that lets you
Dream a poor man’s dream
But he can’t have his coffee with cream
Till the cows come home