This is a song re-interpretation, for I've never actually heard this song. Though, this is what I would imagine it might have sounded somewhat like lyrics: All of the promises and all the dreams, Couldn't put Humpty back on his feet, All the Queen's horses and all the Queen's guards, Couldn't put money back in the yards. There's better ways of losing your pride, Than waiting in queues for a cheque at a time. But I've been taught that it's me whose the ponce, And I can only act as I've been taught to respond. But there's better ways to make ends meet, Than shuffling through life dead on your feet. But here we are and there they stay, With their very small handouts in a very big way. I'm on the move, about to stay, always old in a very young way.