'TIL THE COWS COME HOME

Aren't you a skinny kid - just like his poppa Where's he working? - He's not working This as the smile I wear Cold as the beaches you comb 'Til 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 dreams But he can't have his coffee with cream 'Til the cows come home 'Til the cows come home 'Til the cows come home…