Declined Doughballs

(one, two, three, four)

Walking down the high street with a tenner in my head

Dreaming of the garlic butter,

pillowy and bread

I can smell the woodfire burning just across the lane

My stomach's doing cartwheels,

driving me insane (yeah)

At the counter, matching smiles,

ready to devour

Give me all the doughballs,

make it supreme hour

I tap my little plastic card,

waiting for the beep

But the little screen is silent,

and my heart begins to leap

Oh no,

my card was declined!

Left the warm doughballs and the pizza behind!

Standing at the till,

feeling so small Underneath the bright lights,

got no cash at all!

(oh mate)

She says try it once again,

maybe it's the chip

Everyone is staring as I bite my lower lip I open up

my banking app, checking on my phone

Zero pounds and fifty pence,

a tragic empty zone

No pizza for me tonight

Just a walk home in the cold moonlight (ahhhh)