'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