Trust me, you’ll never find me begging
cos I’m far too bloody proud
and nothing ever gets me down
Trust me, who cares about the weather
when I’m feeling this profound
in this dreary, dreary town

Well, I’ve got no money and I’ve got no job
and you call me a terrible little slob
Well, I think I could have died
Well, I’ve got no money and I’ve got no job
and you call me a terrible little slob
Well, I think I could have died

Trust me, you’ll never find me begging…

Oh, the purse is never full
There’ll be no food tonight for certain

Trust me, you’ll never find me begging…

Well, I’ve got no money and I’ve got no job…

Oh, trust me
You know you can trust me