Leftovers Songtext
von Johnny Flynn

I′ve been drooling
At some mangy scraps of bread
And these hungry voices
Make a lot of noise inside my head

Show me the way to the rubbish dump
Or the bins at closing time
I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile
From a fish without its prime

Been hanging round the underground
Found a couple of crumbs down there
Was lucky and got some flotsam
From a girl with long brown hair

She said her name was Mary May
And she liked the springtime, oh
She said she left the meal half ate
She said she left the crusts of toast


Leftovers is what I want
Don′t need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

She'd been seeing a man named Jim
I said I didn't mind
Said the second place is just my style
I′d glasses for the line

I felt she was keen to come
And I knew I′d met my match
I was sure that I had locked the door
And she had dropped the latch

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

I said, "Bring your dark eyes honey"
She said, "You bring yours"
Said I don′t take second glance
So she walked out the door


I walked after her, it weighed me down
And asked her why she left
She said she only dealt leftovers
And that all else felt like theft

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

Leftovers is what I want
Don′t need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine

If you see her say hello
She'll be out handing scraps
But don′t be fooled, her heart is ruled
By forces off the maps

Show me the way to the rubbish dump
Or the bins at closing time
I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile
From a fish without its prime

Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine