The lumpen’s peat the pinto bean
No need of meat a complete protein
Boil him with rice and lob in a can of tomatoes
Set for the day and you’ll fart like a feck.
It’s like the back end of an old transit you’ll be.
By god there’s a lilt in this.
When times are tough,
your stomach rough
and the dole till Wednesday away
You could do a lot worse
sure haven’t I seen
it’s a fine feed you’ll get
in the bag of pinto beans
Stay well clear of heinz baked
beans in a can
Usurpers
Not even Irish,
Cunts to a man
You’ll get the same stuff dried
and only quarter the price
soak them in water and leave them the night
It’s the same stuff there you’ll get now,
a pure cod!
And only addin to them what’s in the tap
sure we’re not paying for that yet thanks be to god
Did you ever hear anything like it in your life?
The Pinto Bean, by god what!
Oh I’m telling you.
Permanence.
That pome I mean to say is a pome that’ll be heard wherever the rat race is wont to stall
