The Stinking Mattress

He lived a life of plenty 'til they fired him from his job (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Ah, they didn't give him reason when they smacked him in the gob (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) He'll now begin his drinking in morning everyday Shoving it down his throat to beat the band, he's swigging away He's skimming along the days and pissing about in disarray And he'll spend his nights on a stinking mattress Hanging around the corner by the supermarket door (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Ah, he's begging away for money, and he's dropping it on the floor (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Saving away the pennies for another bottle of beer Sniveling on about the way he lost a good career Giving it loads and loads about the life he's living in fear Now he spends his nights on a stinking mattress here (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)