Johnny Flynn And The Suss** Wit - Leftovers lyrics

I've been drooling at some mangy scraps of bread And these hungry voices make a lot of noise inside my head Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time I've walked a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine Been hanging round the underground Found a couple of crumbs down there Was lucky and got some flotsam From a girl with long brown hair She said her name was Mary May and She liked the springtime most She said she left her meals Half ate she said and she left the crusts of toast Leftovers is what I want Don't need no fine cuisine Give me a dime for bacon rind Or slip me some of that old sardine She'd been seeing a man named Jim I said I didn't mind Said that second place is just my style Like gla**es for the blind I thought she was kin to kind I knew I'd met my match And I was sure that I had locked the door And she had dropped the latch Leftovers is what I want Don't need no fine cuisine Give me a dime for bacon rind Or slip me some of that old sardine I said "bring your dark eyes honey" She said "you bring yours" Said I don't take second glances As she walked out the door I walked after her and waved her down And asked her why she left She said she only dealt leftovers And that all else felt like theft Leftovers is what I want Don't need no fine cuisine Give me a dime for bacon rind Or slip me some of that old sardine Leftovers is what I want Don't need no fine cuisine Give me a dime for bacon rind Or slip me some of that old sardine If you see her, say hello She'll be out handing scraps But don't be fooled, her heart is ruled By forces off the maps Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time I've walked a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine Leftovers is what I want Don't need no fine cuisine Give me a dime for bacon rind Or slip me some of that old sardine