Lyrics: A customer!? <br /><br />Wait! Where's your rush? Where's your hurry? <br />You gave me such a fright, <br />I thought you was a ghost, <br />Have a minute, can't you sit! Sit you down, sit! <br />All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer in weeks, <br />Did you come in for a pie sir? <br />Do forgive me if me head's a little vague. <br />-What was that? <br />But you'd think we had the plague, <br />By the way the people keep avoiding, <br />-No you don't, <br />Heaven knows I try sir, <br />But there's no one even comes in to inhale, <br />Right you was, would you like a drop of ale? <br /><br />Mind you I can hardly blame them, <br />These are probably the worst pies in London... <br />I know why nobody cares to take them <br />I should know, I make 'em, <br />-- <br />The worst pies in London... <br />Even that's polite, <br />The worst pies in London, <br />If you dare to take a bite...... <br />Is that just disgusting? <br />You'll have to concede it, <br />It's nothing but crusting, <br />Her drink this, you'll need it, <br />The worst pies in London, <br /><br />And no wonder with the price of meat, <br />What it is, when you get it, <br />Never thought I'd live to see the day, <br />Men'd think it was a trick finding poor animals what are dying in the street, <br /><br />Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop, <br />Does her business but I noticed something weird, <br />Lately all her neighbours cats have disappeared, <br />Have to hand it to her, what I calls enterprise, poppin' pussys into pies, <br />Wouldn't do in my shop, <br />Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick, <br />And I'm tellin' you them pussy cats is quick, <br /><br />No denying times is hard sir, <br />Even harder then the worst pies in London, <br />Only lard and nothing more, <br />Is that just revolting? <br />All greasy and gritty, <br />It looks like it's molting, <br />And tastes like... <br />Well pity a woman alone, with limited wind and the worst pies in London, <br />Ah sir, <br />Times is hard, <br />Times is hard.
