He’s sat there yet again br Counting every penny br On his dark and dusty desk br His cash amounts to many br br He has no form of heating br So his room is icy cold br He wraps around him tightly br A blanket very old br br He only has one light bulb br Which he shares in every room br And instead of a vacuum cleaner br He uses a frail old broom br br He drinks from his dirty mug br Tea less milk and sugar br And eats just bread and dripping br Cos he is a mean old bugger!br br Donna Caldwellbr br