We Drive An Old Beat Up Car

We Play Our Out Of Tune Guitars

Mother Nature Keeps Us Safe

Even When We're Off Our Face



A Waif Is All I Want To Be

Not Better For You No Worse For Me

You've Got A Mobile Phone And Heaps Of Money

We Ain't Got Much But At Least We're Free



You May Sit And Talk And Stare

But He's Not Gonna Cut His Hair

Not Gonna Patch My Jeans Or Wash My Face

Going To Keep On Being A Waif



A Waif You See Is An Unloved Child

A Kid That's Stray And Gone Kind Of Wild

You Can Change Your Name, Change Your Look

You Can Even Change Your Style

But Why Don't You Come And Live With Us For A While



We Pick Up Work When We Can

Our Clothes Are All Second Hand

Harmonicas Are Old And Abused

But She Can Still Play The Blues