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John Kelly: Music & Lyrics

Times are Hard

(Words & Music - John Kelly)
Times Are Hard

I’m tall and slim
I gotta job in the city
Gotta place in Docklands
And my friends are pretty
I buy Lean Cuisine only 300 calories
I can’t afford more on my monthly salary
I got a BMW and I don’t wish to trouble you
I got everything I need and I rarely have to breath

I’ve got a brother who can’t seem to get where I am
Can’t get a job - oh so unhealthy un-wealthy
Mother’s dying she’s on a bottle a day
And Dad’s done a runner to the Costa Brava
But I’m alright
I’ll send you a Christmas cared ‘cos times are hard,
Times are hard

Chorus

Times are hard
Times are hard
Times are hard
Times are hard

I am tall and slim
No room for pity
I work till dawn in the big wide city
And my fax machine can send pretty pictures
As I drink Gold Blend with my permanent fixtures
And my American Express card and my pitbull in the backyard
And it’s everything I need and I rarely have to breath

I’ve got a brother who can’t seem to get where I am
Can’t get a job oh so unhealthy unwealthy
Mother’s dying she’s on a bottle a day
And Dad’s done a runner to the Costa Brava
But I’m alright
I’ll send you a Christmas cared cuz times are hard
Times are hard

Chorus


John Kelly © 1990