I've been drooling at some mangy scraps of breadnAnd these hungry voices make a lot of noise inside my headnShow me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing timenI'd walk a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brinennBeen hanging round the undergroundnFound a couple of crumbs down therenWas lucky and got some flirtsnFrom a girl with long brown hairnShe said her name was Mary May andnShe liked the springtime, ohnShe said she left the mealnHalf ate she said she left the crusts of toastnn[Chorus]nLeftovers is what I wantnDon't need no fine cuisinenGive me a dime for bacon rindnOr slip me some of that old sardinennShe'd been seeing a man named JimnI said I didn't mindnSaid the second place is just my stylenI'd glasses for the linenI knew she was keen to come andnI knew I'd met my matchnI was sure that I had locked the doornAnd she had dropped the latchnn[Chorus]nnI said bring your dark eyes honeynShe said you bring yoursnSaid I don't take second glancenSo she walked out the doornI walked after her it weighed me downnAnd asked her why she leftnShe said she only dealt leftoversnAnd that all else felt like theftnn[Chorus: x2]nnIf you see her, say hellonShe'll be out handing scrapsnBut don't be fooled, her heart is rulednBy forces off the mapsnShow me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing timenI'd walk a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brinenn[Chorus]