Well I've listened with patience to all your sad tales When you're short of a smoke or the pub's got not ale But tell me fair dinkum, I don't want you to kid Have you ever been sipping and short of a quid Have you been to strange town in search of job Where a stranger's not welcome by the local born mob Youve probably done the same thing as I did Stood around in the bar and was short of a quid As I gazed at the drinkers all quenching their thirst My lips were so dry I thought they would burst I reckoned someone would notice but no-body did Theyve apparently never been short of a quid
The publican's looks were black as the night And I heard someone whisper, this blokes on the bite So I held up my wrist-watch and called for a bid But no one would buy it or lend me a quid Oh you blokes who have money to travel in style May laugh at my story but I too can smile To the ?traveller? and the drifter Ill raise my old head Cause they know what its like to be short of a quid Well Ive listened with patience to all your sad tales When youre short of a smoke, or the pubs got no ale But tell me you Gypsies I dont want you to kid Have you ever been travelling short of a quid