[Verse 1]
Skint in a material world
I did a warehouse stint for Southsea girl
It was Hong Kong clothes for cash
Everybody got treated worse than trash
Punch the card in the company clock
Load the trolleys and the company trucks
And around and around the whole day through
And you couldn't sit down when there was nothing to do
[Verse 2]
Well they had beaten up people from every land
Fools like me trying to be in bands
A little French girl so good to me
But I couldn't love her back so lonely
A backpacker travelling through
A lumberjack with the travelling blues
We had worn-out shoes and worn-out cuffs
And big ideas that were never big enough
[Chorus]
He said "The man wants you, go wash his car
Hey you, I'm talking to you"
I said "Me? Not me, uh uh
No can do"
No can do, can't do, no can do
No can do, can't do, no can do
Skint in a material world
I did a warehouse stint for Southsea girl
It was Hong Kong clothes for cash
Everybody got treated worse than trash
Punch the card in the company clock
Load the trolleys and the company trucks
And around and around the whole day through
And you couldn't sit down when there was nothing to do
[Verse 2]
Well they had beaten up people from every land
Fools like me trying to be in bands
A little French girl so good to me
But I couldn't love her back so lonely
A backpacker travelling through
A lumberjack with the travelling blues
We had worn-out shoes and worn-out cuffs
And big ideas that were never big enough
[Chorus]
He said "The man wants you, go wash his car
Hey you, I'm talking to you"
I said "Me? Not me, uh uh
No can do"
No can do, can't do, no can do
No can do, can't do, no can do
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