What have you got? It might be a lot it might be a few There’s a guarantee soft micks got less than you From small change to speed boats Soft micks got less no need to gloat Counting the pounds oh what a sound Do it quietly or somewhere our micks not around Poor old Mick always having missed a trick I’m sure he wants to steal the show but somebody somewhere always says no He doesn’t have a leg to stand on he doesn’t have a pound to put a bet on There’s nothing soft mick can do Unfortunately he’s without a clue Always skint and hard up for cash No friends to go out with on the lash Not even a basic guy on the street After a hard day he’s not the best person to meet He’s not trying to be something that he’s not Born Michael from Accrington Trying to remember what he forgot 4 cars short of the forecourt at franks car lot Lived in East Lancashire moved to West Yorkshire As the streets were torture And he’ll be the best person to warn ya One of every item and look how they treat him Pot less, begging always the victim There’s nothing soft mick can do Unfortunately he’s without a clue Always skint and hard up for cash No friends to go out with on the lash Not even a basic guy on the street After a hard day he’s not the best person to meet He’s tired now and he wants his bed A damp mattress in his neighbours shed Poor poor Mick you’ve definitely lost it Tried putting bread in the freezer to defrost it So unlucky but not superstitious Walks under ladders with broken mirrors Is there something he’s not telling us? Got one of every item Pushing past but trying not to fight them There’s nothing soft mick can do Unfortunately he’s without a clue Always skint and hard up for cash No friends to go out with on the lash Not even a basic guy on the street After a hard day he’s not the best person to meet Have you got more than soft Mick? Have you got more than soft Mick? Have you got more than soft Mick? Mick ill lend you a tenner ill lend you a tenner at your disclaimer!