Don't need no fine cuisine
Leftovers is what I want
So she walked out the door
I felt she was keen to come
Found a couple of crumbs down there
I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile
Give me a dime for bacon rind
From a girl with long brown hair
Show me the way to the rubbish dump
Leftovers is what I want
Said the second place is just my style
Said I don't take second glance
Don't need no fine cuisine
She said, "You bring yours"
She said she only dealt leftovers
She said she left the crusts of toast
She'd been seeing a man named Jim
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Leftovers is what I want
I walked after her, it weighed me down
And asked her why she left
She'll be out handing scraps
Or slip me some of that old sardine
Leftovers is what I want
And that all else felt like theft
From a fish without its prime
But don't be fooled, her heart is ruled
And these hungry voices
Or the bins at closing time
Make a lot of noise inside my head
And she liked the springtime, oh
I said I didn't mind
From a fish without its prime
Show me the way to the rubbish dump
And she had dropped the latch
Or slip me some of that old sardine
Leftovers is what I want
Or slip me some of that old sardine
And I knew I'd met my match
Or slip me some of that old sardine
If you see her say hello
I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile
I said, "Bring your dark eyes honey"
She said her name was Mary May
By forces off the maps
Don't need no fine cuisine
Don't need no fine cuisine
I'd glasses for the line
Was lucky and got some flotsam
Been hanging round the underground
I was sure that I had locked the door
Or the bins at closing time
Don't need no fine cuisine
She said she left the meal half ate
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Give me a dime for bacon rind
