Theme from Skint (See You Later Liquidator)

Well, I ain't got much bread but it's alright
I got the sun in the morning, got the moon at night
Said, I ain't got much butts in my bill, Sam
Have another mother's ruin makes you feel alright
Ah, who is it for, we shall overdraw
Well, I don't talk like them but I don't care much
I got a rich man's trumpet, poor man's crutch
Maybe I like to live on Diner's Club and Dow-Jones
It's all one big community chest, and chance will break my bones
Who so ever, what so ever it's for, we shall overdraw
Oh, the slogan's on the door, we shall overdraw
Well, I have to think of contracts in the morning
Will I scratch their backs, should they kiss my ring
Could they, will they jump me without warning
Making noises like a banker seems the only way to sing
For your neighborhood greenback store
We shall overdraw
Overdraw
Oh, Mr. Banker, won't you send some bread to me
You know I've just been busted and I need some security
Oh, Mr. Banker, won't you write this song for us
My toothpaste tube is empty, there's no bristles in my brush
Well, Mr. Ridley's bought a Bentley, Mr. Oldham sold his Rolls
Mrs. Winston's fixing Guiness, Mr. Carter's digging holes
We'd like to thank you people for listening to our song
We hope you get to hear the rest of the lyric
Before they drop the bomb