The Tiger Lillies - Chutney lyrics

In the park he pisses on the daisies. On the bus he sh**s himself. He wipes his nose on his sleeve. His grey trench coat is full of fleas. His name is Chutney. He's the real McCoy. He's not a crusty Whispering for spare change. He's bared from the Wetherspoons chain. Along with the Irish. But he'll be back again. He can smoke a hundred Woodbines Or Capstan Full Strength a day. He can drink a gallon of meths And still stand up in a fight. His name is Chutney. He's the real McCoy. He's not a crusty Whispering for spare change. He's bared from the Wetherspoon's chain. Along with the Irish. But he'll be back again. He busks with a one-string mandolin He found in a skip. He goes down the Sally Army For a cup of tea and some jip. His name is Chutney. He's the real McCoy. He's not a crusty Whispering for spare change. He's bared from the Wetherspoon's chain. Along with the Irish. But he'll be back again.