Cannot leave the home without spending dough Don’t go to the city. Everything must go Everything goes up. Doesn’t come back down Beans burn in the kitchen. Traffic slows me down
So now that winter’s on its way Cold winds blowing Give me a reason why I ought to stay ‘Cos there is nothing here for me. I’ll get going
I’m gonna go ten thousand miles away Moment I get up, working for peanuts ‘Cos the streets are busy. Costs a lot to shop.