Lindisfarne - Peter Brophy Don't Care lyrics

Your nose is in your pipe but you don't care, Your tattered tweeds and walking cane All feel real. The monocled face with the knowing eye see it all go by But you don't care. You dance, you prance and sing with the j**, Who knows your face from a different place But you don't care, you just don't care. Found down and out feeling fine, Drinking bottles of American wine You don't care, you just don't care. Lift the cracked old cup to your mouth And toast the feet that walk the street >From North to South. Walking kitten on a leash you smile, A bow, a quick "how now brown cow". You don't care if the vicar's hair is falling out, He's still got to be about, You don't care, you just don't care. Brown hot cross buns in the bakery window Having fun with the sausage roll It's underdone. You don't care, you don't care, You don't care, you don't care... Repeat to fade.