Israelites

I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me Israelites

I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me poor me Israelites

Aye my wife and my kids they packed up and leave me

Darling she said I was yours to be seen

Poor me poor me poor me poor me Israelites

Poor me Israelites yeah so poor

Poor me Israelites

Who aye my working for

Who aye my working for

Shirt them a tear up trousers are gone

I don't want to end up like bonnie and clyde

Poor me poor me poor me Israelites

And after a storm there must be a calm

They catch me in your farm you sound your alarm

Poor me poor me Israelites yeah so poor

Poor me Israelites

Ah yeah yeah yeah

Poor me Israelites yeah so poor

Poor me Israelites yeah so poor

Poor me Israelites

Ah yeah yeah yeah

(Poor me Israelites) I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

(Poor me Israelites) So that every mouth can be fed

Yeah

Aye my wife and my kids they packed up and leave me

(Poor me Israelites)

Aye darling she said

I was yours to be seen I was yours to be seen (poor me Israelites)

Ah yeah yeah yeah

Ah da da do da da da da li (poor me Israelites)

Ah da da do da da da da li

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (poor me Israelites)

Ah so poor ah this my wife (poor me Israelites)