There's a man in Hyde Park who's selling real cheap baccy
Everyone ignores him but that doesn't stop him strutting happy
Even those with fags in their hands tell him they don't smoke
They're just suspicious 'cos he seems like such a nice bloke
Hey baccy man my life is such a drag
Give me baccy man out of your tote bag
Hey baccy man I need a lighter
Make me feel alright
So I take up smoking just so that I can sustain him
So he can keep wandering Hyde Park and no one will blame him
I want his bucket hat to never feel a drop of rain
And I want his gentle soul to never feel an ounce of pain
Hey baccy man my life is such a drag
Give me baccy man out of your tote bag
Hey baccy man I need a lighter
Make me feel alright
My doctor doesn't like this plan
She says it's unhealthy
My mates say I can't afford it
Since I am not wealthy
But none of them understand
They never do
'Cos they don't know the man in Hyde Park
And all that we've been through
If you're the man in Hyde Park just keep on walking
Keep on selling your cheap baccy and keep on talking
If you're the man in Hyde Park we love you dearly
Just keep on smiling to yourself and giggling clearly
Hey baccy man my life is such a drag
Give me baccy man out of your tote bag
Hey baccy man I need a lighter
Make me feel alright
Hey baccy man my life is such a drag
Give me baccy man out of your tote bag
Hey baccy man I need a lighter
Make me feel alright
You know those social smokers at parties
That are like "oh I don't smoke like I look after my lungs"
And then ten minutes later after they've downed some Echo Falls
They're like "please can you give me a rollie" and you're like no
Not me
No couldn't be me