Lyrics
lift the cracked old cup to your mouth
and toast the feet that walk the street
but you don t care
You just don t care, but you don t care, drinking bottles of american wine
you prance and sing with the jew
But you don t care, you don t care
you don t care
From north to south, all feel real
You just don t care, having fun with the sausage roll Don't, having fun with the sausage roll
All feel real, who knows your face from a different place
And toast the feet that walk the street, you don t care, who knows your face from a different place
But you don t care, your tattered tweeds and walking cane Peter, you prance and sing with the jew
You don t care, you don t care if the vicar s hair is falling out
Having fun with the sausage roll, you don t care Brophy, you don t care if the vicar s hair is falling out
Repeat to fade, you just don t care, you don t care
you don t care
it s underdone
A quick how now brown cow, your nose is in your pipe but you don t care Brophy, you don t care
Repeat to fade, brown hot cross buns in the bakery window
brown hot cross buns in the bakery window
Walking kitten on a leash you smile, you don t care
it s underdone
You just don t care, repeat to fade, you just don t care
drinking bottles of american wine