Leftovers

Capo at 4 Hammer-on the string during the chord if playing with band (optional if alone) optional if alone)                                                 Fmaj7 is played: 003210 G6 is played: 320000 Intro: Repeat C Fmaj7 until start. 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’ walk mile just to catch 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 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 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