Lyrics:

well little louis was 12 years old from the other side of town
his belly it was empty, he's ‘a feeling rather down
his belly it was empty, he's ‘a feeling rather down
he's ‘a feeling rather down
he's ‘a feeling rather down
he's ‘a feeling rather down

well every morning at half past six his mother wakes him up
stale toasted bread and bacon fat was all he got
stale toasted bread and bacon fat was all he got
was all he got
was all he got
was all he got

searching for work in the mills and factories
the wind is blowing cold through the holes around his knees
and his eyes look tired and he's hungry

well walking through the market place sees the fresh fruit on the stalls
peaches pears and oranges, he'd like them all
well peaches pears and oranges, he'd like them all
he'd like them all
he'd like them all
he'd like them all

he creeps up to the bakers stall, where the buns and cakes smell nice
he grabs the nearest one in sight, runs for his life
well he grabs the nearest one in sight, runs for his life
runs for his life
runs for his life
runs for his life

he runs around the corner into that little roads
through the darkened alleys where all the bad men go
clutching the cake in his arms

he's been running for half an' hour no-one has given chase
he sits down on his doorstep with a smile upon his face
yeah he sits down on his doorstep with a smile upon his face
with a smile upon his face
with a smile upon his face
with a smile upon his face

well the cake it tasted good, he could eat a thousand more
well the cream stuck to his jacket and the crumbs fell on the floor
yeah the cream stuck to his jacket and the crumbs fell on the floor
and the crumbs fell on the floor
and the crumbs fell on the floor
and the crumbs fell on the floor

his mother calls out louis, your supper's nearly done
come my little baby, my hungry little son
come and eat your bread