Yes it’s hard times
No-one’s giving nothing
Hard times
No-one’s getting nothing
We’re all trying just to take a little
But the bottom fell out
The top and the middle
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette
But I found her
Cuddling a cigarette

Roof’s a-leakin’
It’s coming through the ceiling
Paint’s a-peelin’
Can hear my coffin sealing
Sold my car just to buy some fuel
Sold my kids just to buy them gruel
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette
But I found her
Cuddling a cigarette

Holes in my soles;
Yeah they’re getting old
Holes in my clothes
Letting in the cold
Shave my beard with a butcher’s knife:
I’m really not that fussed with life
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette
But I found her
Cuddling a cigarette

I’ve got plans
Yeah I’ve got dreams
Of my pockets

Bursting at the seams
Money’s like the cells inside:
You need some in order to multiply
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette
But I found her

Cuddling a cigarette

It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette
But I found her
Cuddling a cigarette

It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette
But I found her
Cuddling a cigarette