Juicy Ones

Holes in my pockets and I got a new reason for shoes
Slip them on and I find some silver confuse
Rolling through town and I’m smiling at all a them frowning
Testing all a them waters in which we drown in
Stay, or go
I say hey, I dunno
Searching the pits I’m looking for the juicy ones
Find my man Ted he’s got a packet with tonnes
And we’re shooting the piss yeah we’re having some fun
It doesn’t matter when you miss when you got none, baby
When you got none
When you got none
When you got none
When you got none
Some go on and some let go
All these years we still don’t know
Standing here on my own I can feel a chill running through my bones
Someone’s trying to freeze me here like a stone
Someone’s jacket here would be sold if I weren’t dancing here as I strolled
As the day did grow old yes the world grew cold, grew so cold