You’ve seen me on the high street, you’ve seen me in the pub.
You’ve seen me down the bookies, you’ve seen me in the club.
You’ve seen me on the sidewalk ask if you could spare a bob,
but you’ve never seen me working, ‘cause I’ve never had a job.
Poor me! Poor me! Pour me another wine.
Fix me! Fix me! Fix me another line.

You’ve seen me in the alleyways, shooting up my arm.
You’ve seen me stagger down the road, with all my rustic charm.
You’ve seen me swill cheap cider, it could make you sob,
but you’ve never seen me working, ‘cause I’ve never had a job.
Poor me! Poor me! Pour me another wine.
Fix me! Fix me! Fix me another line.

You’ve seen me in the wine shop, lifting from the store.
You’ve seen me turn quite violent when I could get no more.
You’ve seen me check the old and frail, to see who I could rob,
but you’ve never seen me working, ‘cause I’ve never had a job.
Poor me! Poor me! Pour me another wine.
Fix me! Fix me! Fix me another line.

I’m a juicehead and a crackhead and a slaphead I’ll remain.
This artificial stimulation’s driving me insane.
I’ll never see my name in lights, I’ll never be a nob
And you’ll never see me working, ‘cause I’ll never have a job!
Poor me! Poor me! Pour me another wine.
Fix me! Fix me! Fix me another line.
Poor me! Poor me! Pour me another wine.