Leftovers Lyrics

I've been drooling

At some mangy scraps of bread

And these hungry voices

Make a lot of noise inside my head

Show me the way to the rubbish dump

Or the bins at closing time

I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile

From a fish without its prime

Been hanging round the underground

Found a couple of crumbs down there

Was lucky and got some flotsam

From a girl with long brown hair

She said her name was Mary May

And she liked the springtime, oh

She said she left the meal half ate

She said she left the crusts of toast

Leftovers is what I want

Don't need no fine cuisine

Give me a dime for bacon rind

Or slip me some of that old sardine

She'd been seeing a man named Jim

I said I didn't mind

Said the second place is just my style

I'd glasses for the line

I felt she was keen to come

And I knew I'd met my match

I was sure that I had locked the door

And she had dropped the latch

Leftovers is what I want

Don't need no fine cuisine
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Give me a dime for bacon rind

Or slip me some of that old sardine

I said, "Bring your dark eyes honey"

She said, "You bring yours"

Said I don't take second glance

So she walked out the door

I walked after her, it weighed me down

And asked her why she left

She said she only dealt leftovers

And that all else felt like theft

Leftovers is what I want

Don't need no fine cuisine

Give me a dime for bacon rind

Or slip me some of that old sardine

Leftovers is what I want

Don't need no fine cuisine

Give me a dime for bacon rind

Or slip me some of that old sardine

If you see her say hello

She'll be out handing scraps

But don't be fooled, her heart is ruled

By forces off the maps

Show me the way to the rubbish dump

Or the bins at closing time

I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile

From a fish without its prime

Leftovers is what I want

Don't need no fine cuisine

Give me a dime for bacon rind

Or slip me some of that old sardine