Track 10 of the live album Live at the Village Hall, Teacups Included · 2022
Pay Packet, Pay Day, Pay It Forward
“From a first job in green aprons to passing it on. We finished the night with it and nobody wanted to leave.”
folk-pop · live singalong · anthemic folk-pop · 2:39
Lyrics
First job at the garden centre Aprons green and boots too tall Eight pounds ten an hour, thank you Watering the ferns in the hall Mrs Hobbs showed me the till Taught me how to wrap a plant Said, you'll get the hang of this, love Nobody starts knowing what they can't Pay packet, pay day, pay it forward Little envelope of gold Spend a bit and save a bit And share the rest, I'm told Everybody starts somewhere With dirt beneath their nails Pay packet, pay day, pay it forward Every small wage tells tales First week's money in my pocket Bought a cake for all the crew Mrs Hobbs just raised her eyebrow Said, now that's a thing to do Then she slipped me back a tenner For the bus fare home that night Said, someone did the same for me Once, and set my path alight Pay packet, pay day, pay it forward Little envelope of gold Spend a bit and save a bit And share the rest, I'm told Everybody starts somewhere With dirt beneath their nails Pay packet, pay day, pay it forward Every small wage tells tales Now there's a boy in the doorway With an apron down to his knees Looking at the tills like mountains Looking at me, saying please So I say, come in, I'll show you Where the watering cans are kept And the kindness gets passed on again The way that it was kept Pay packet, pay day, pay it forward Little envelope of gold Spend a bit and save a bit And share the rest, I'm told Everybody starts somewhere With dirt beneath their nails Pay packet, pay day, pay it forward Every small wage tells tales Pay it forward, pay it forward Every small wage tells tales