I see you all over town
Dressed in your cheap market clothes
You're pushing your weight around
Accent that everyone loathes
You are common as muck, girl
And you ain't going nowhere
Got a baby on the way
But you're way too drunk to care
Don't know who the father is
Could be Trev, Baz, Pete or Stu
Those quickies behind the pub
That now come back to haunt you
And you won't be able to cope
A baby and gin don't mix
But the free cash from the dole
Prevents you from turning tricks
Now you're living day by day
All your dreams gone up in smoke
40 a day and the drink
Leave your body torn and broke
You look at me with pale eyes
The ones that see right through me
Do you recall a time when
you were happy and carefree?