Mecca's 15 years old been excluded from school They said you ain't no good at maths but he ain't nobody's fool He's got a pound of yey- o and a bit of bicarb With his mama's microwave he's putting food in the yard He ain't no down he ain't no out The papers they scream and the neighbours they howl But It ain't Mecca's fault that everybody wants to get down He's only making a living That ain't no easy decision Shake your money maker I'll shake my sugarman down Frankie Jones is 52 and his wife needs an operation But he ain't in no position to raise money for no straight situation So he slips a pound of brown in a consignment of honey His customs connection will do anything for the money And the papers they complain about all the drugs in the town While proprietors they licence the liquor don't licence the brown You can holler you can shout No point blaming Frankie Jones