Pull every muscle
Work fingers to the bone
Work the bones to powder
Before I crawl home
Keeping the wolf from the door
Eats up the working day
No wonder I'm on the floor
I'm keeping the wolf away
No social contact
No cheese and wine
No conversation
I can't buy the time
I dream of invitations
To the Westminster scene
All garden parties
And meeting the Queen
And if I was too hungover
And missed her Majesty
I'd slum it in a corner
With the strawberries and cream
And love every minute
Whenever I smell money
I just roll my eyes
I've grown to love this thing
Some people despise
Keeping the wolf from the door
Eats up the working day
No wonder I'm on the floor
I'm keeping the wolf away
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Pull every muscle
Work fingers to the bone
Work the bones to powder
Before I crawl home
Keeping the wolf from the door
Eats up the working day
No wonder I'm on the floor
I'm keeping the wolf away
No social contact
No cheese and wine
No conversation
I can't buy the time
I dream of invitations
To the Westminster scene
All garden parties
And meeting the Queen
And if I was too hungover
And missed her Majesty
I'd slum it in a corner
With the strawberries and cream
And love every minute
Whenever I smell money
I just roll my eyes
I've grown to love this thing
Some people despise
Keeping the wolf from the door
Eats up the working day
No wonder I'm on the floor
I'm keeping the wolf away
Work fingers to the bone
Work the bones to powder
Before I crawl home
Keeping the wolf from the door
Eats up the working day
No wonder I'm on the floor
I'm keeping the wolf away
No social contact
No cheese and wine
No conversation
I can't buy the time
I dream of invitations
To the Westminster scene
All garden parties
And meeting the Queen
And if I was too hungover
And missed her Majesty
I'd slum it in a corner
With the strawberries and cream
And love every minute
Whenever I smell money
I just roll my eyes
I've grown to love this thing
Some people despise
Keeping the wolf from the door
Eats up the working day
No wonder I'm on the floor
I'm keeping the wolf away
Writer: Andrew Bown
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing