She peeled herself a stolen tangerine
and pulled some cards from her shirt sleeve
I lost my violin again
woke up in a cardboard bin
make me something nice to eat
and fetch a plaster for my feet, please

She passed me a borrowed tambourine
and pulled a song from her day dreams
she’s got a show in every bar in town
different night, same old crowd

Someone get this girl a drink
she starts to sing, I start to think

Ooo what me worry
I always do
Ooo what me worry
I’m about to get my life
back on track

All of the bouncers know her name
they know each side of her charm too
alright scottie let me know
I’m sorry for that hellish blow
she’d fit inside your shopping bag
but she swings it like a dirty rag

She loves me like a brother
I love her like my child
and I miss her like I miss an old shoe
She always finds a violin
the other side of smoking gin
Call her up and let her know
her dungarees are hanging low

Ooo what me worry
I always do
Ooo what me worry
I’m about to get my life
back on track