Easy Easy

Well, same old Bobby, same old beat

Well, yeah, they got nothing on me

The same old crutch, same old streets

But yeah, they got nothing on me

And easy come and easy go

Well, yeah, I'm sure I told you so

Well, they just want you for your dough

Man, I'm sure I told you so

With your dead-end job

That's been eating away your life

You feel a little inside

The trouble and strife

And now you spend your evenings

Searching for another life

And yeah, I think, mate

I think you've got 'em in your sights

Well, easy easy

There's no need to take that tone

Well, easy

I'm on the telephone

Man, just leave us alone

Oh no, I shoulda kept my receipts

'Cause the sandwich I bought

Yeah, it's been off for a week

And now Tesco's stealing my money

When positivity seems hard to reach

I keep my head down and my mouth shut

'Cause if you're going through hell

We just keep going

You're easy

So easy

You're easy

Man, just leave us alone

I'll be one minute on the phone