PIGGIN OUT ON PIES AND BUNS

There is a caff in Goulston Street
Sells awful pies and buns
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a baker
Sold tarts and gypsy creams
My father was a garbage man
Way down in Willesden Green

Now the only thing I did really eat
Was fruitcake and all that junk
But the food that really did satisfy
was a Mars bar fried in gunk

Oh Mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Not to spend your lives in sin and gluttony
Pigging out on pies and buns

I've got both feet on that treadmill
Feel like screamin out in pain
But I ain't goin back to Goulston Street
Cos it'll all have been in vain

There is a caff in Goulston street
Sells awful pies and buns
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one