Peter Brophy Don’t Care

Lyrics

Your nose is in your pipe but you don't care Your tattered tweeds and walking cane All feel real The monocled face with the knowing eye see it all go by But you don't care You dance, you prance and sing with the jew Who knows your face from a different place But you don't care, you just don't care Found down and out feeling fine Drinking bottles of American wine You don't care, you just don't care Lift the cracked old cup to your mouth And toast the feet that walk the street From North to South Walking kitten on a leash you smile A bow, a quick "how now brown cow" You don't care if the vicar's hair is falling out He's still got to be about You don't care, you just don't care Brown hot cross buns in the bakery window Having fun with the sausage roll It's underdone You don't care, you don't care You don't care, you don't care... Repeat to fade