From the recording Two Pennies To Rub

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Lyrics

Two Pennies To Rub

The kids I grew up with
Thought I was a canny lad
But we never had two penny’s
To rub

Brought up in poverty
Then placed into care
But never to ashamed
To admit

Always such a canny lad
Always with a smile

Holes the pockets
Holes in the shoes
Never two pennies
To rub
Going to school
On a cold empty stomach
Having to borrow
And scrape

Bare are the cupboards
With old moulded bread
But you canna earn a crust
With no job

We had to be grateful
As little as we had
With an old black and white
TV set

Always such a happy lad
Never shed a tear

Holes the pockets
Holes in the shoes
Never two pennies
To rub
Going to school
On a cold empty stomach
Having to borrow
And scrape

The rent man, the debt man
We couldn’t pay the bills
As we all hide behind
The settee

We didn’t have a shilling
A tanner or thrip pence
But we managed to find something
For tea

Always such a canny lad
Always with a smile

Holes the pockets
Holes in the shoes
Never two pennies
To rub
Going to school
On a cold empty stomach
Having to borrow
And beg

The bailiff came knocking
And served repossession
The sofa the Tele
The lot

The milkman the corner shop
Outstanding bills
As we always were
Riddled with debt

Oh but such a canny lad
Always with a smile

Holes the pockets
Holes in the shoes
Never two pennies
To rub
Going to school
On a cold empty stomach
Having to borrow
And beg
Holes the pockets
Holes in the shoes
Never two pennies
To rub
Going to school
On a cold empty stomach
Pennilessness riddled In debt

The kids I grew up with
Thought I was a canny lad
But we never had two penny’s
To rub