I go into the market got my purse within my hand,
Looking up and down the stalls till I have got it planned,
When I’ve got it sorted out within my mind in order,
A little word comes in my head spend, spend, spend.

I’m buying all the little things I know I need so badly,
If money was on elastic I’d accept it very gladly,
But as it’s not I must plod on and use up my resources,
And it’s all gone until next week then I’m spent, spent, spent.