It was a Sunday evening, he was dressed in his best rags, br He'd been searching for dropped coins and half-smoked fags br When he reached the late-night café with great envy he looked in br And he watched the people munching while he rummaged through the bin. br Chips and chops and chunks of cheese were being put away br And he hadn't had a sausage for the best part of the day br And he stared at one young fellow with a plate of pie and mash. br He was a bum, he wanted some, but he hadn't got the cash.