A newspaper clipping told of a shop opening to sell stale bread to pensioners.
Well, they've opened a shop at the end of our street
And me mom says "Our kid, it's a hard one to beat!
Us old 'uns are queuin' and dancin' our jigs
To buy yesterday's bread, they once fed to the pigs."
'Cause yesterday's gone
And yesterday's heroes
Are queuing for yesterday's bread
"It's only half price for the old staley loaves,
And I'm there in the queue with some right funny coves.
There's Harry the bagman who fought in Korea
And he spends what he saves, on a half pint of beer."
"There's Aggie next door, well she's eighty and three
And she's walked to the queue and she's chatting to me
She stands in her frame at the back of the line
Just like she used to do in 1929."
So I ate Mom's bread pudding and said "See you soon"
She said “Don't worry son, 'cause we're over the moon.
They're planning a new shop, to give us a treat,
Then the cats and the dogs won't get yesterday's meat."