You’re hastling me

Yes you are

I don’t carry cash

I don’t really want the magazine

I’m sorry to hear that your wife has left

And that you’re standing out in the rain.

That you’ve been here since 8 o’clock

And nobody bought the magazine

But I don’t carry cash

Hang on

Wait a minute

I’ve got £10 in my purse

Let me buy the cheese I was going to buy

And you can have the £5

And I’ll take your magazine

My life is so much better than yours

My cheese cost £3.89

Your magazine cost me £5

A drop in my ocean

A boat in yours

No, £5 won’t keep you afloat

But hopefully you know I came back

Because I cared