Saturday morning I had my Giro through the post off the job centre today,
Awoke ten thirty I was looking forward to what I thought was going to be a good day,
Proper made the effort and put some decent clothes on,
Had a good shave until all the prickly bits of my stubble had gone.

proceeded cautiously Down the stairs  In my boxers not to mention fag in hand,
Totally oblivious to the fact that to actually cash this Giro In Id have to walk most the land!
My first stop glanadda post office but it was shut,
“Not open on Saturdays” appeared on the door, My world caved in an I was gutted that I had to go walk some more

My Second stop a twenty minute trek to the other side of town
Got there feeling really pleased with myself but that one was closed an all!
So I was stood left standing with my face adopting a forever growing frown.

I had twenty minutes to get back over to the other side of town
Jogging most of the way my eyes where watering and I was almost being physically sick
My mind wondered and thought of Gordon Brown what a fat……TICK!!!
Yeah he doesn’t half tick me off that fella considering I’m on the sick he doesn’t half make me work for what I’m owed

In a sense I suppose I did make hard work for myself,
On my second stop I didn’t realise that post office had actually moved up to the local smiths
So to actually cash my Giro in and get my money I didn’t have to go so far adrift!
I walked from one end of town to the other to cash a Giro in to give £70 Notes to my mother
And I’m just left to sit and smoke a few J’s and chuckle laughing at the fact,
That smoking Joints first thing in the morning makes me a right dopey twat.