Porridge

I know a crackhead named Albert
And he sure knows me
I give him some bread and in return
He calls me sweety

Time does me good
At least that's what old Albert thinks
He carries shoe shine wherever he goes
And he shoes me off with just a wink

I know he likes his porridge in the morning
He said its the only thing that gets him to work
He drives a 1980's scooter
And he cleans the crumbs off his shirt

I know a man named Albert
And he sure knows me
I give him some bread and in return
He calls me sweety

Truth is, Alberts got a lot of money
In fact, he's got more money than me
And what lies on his key fob
Is a brand new Mercedes

I know a crackhead named Albert
He sure knows me
He'd rather be out at 5 am
Nothin between you and me

I know a crackhead named Albert
And he rolls around at dawn
He favours mid-century architecture
But hed rather live with the fawns



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Writer(s): Emma Dawson
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