No, woman, no pi
No, woman, no pi
No, woman, no pi
No, woman, no pi

Said, said, said I remember when we used to sit
Examination hall, my old school
Havin', havin' revised my mathematics
Hopin' for, hopin' for a good grade to leave with

"You'll need this stuff, one day you may just"
Teacher, she say
I'll come full circle, if I don't get the right
varieties, I say (and...)

No, woman, no pi
No, woman, no pi
'ere, Mrs teacher, that won't feed me
No, woman, no pi

Said, said, said I remember when we used to sit
In tha' little restaurant across town
Cos tha' restaurant could set the ambience, just with some
Log wood burnin' through the night

And they would cook steak & kidney
Of which I'll share wit' you
With chips, & a small side salad
Can you pass the sweet menu?
(Never did need her maths)

Trousers are gettin' far too tight
Trousers are gettin' far too tight
Trousers are gettin' far too tight
Trousers are gettin' far too tight, I say
Trousers are gettin' far too tight, now
Trousers are gettin' far too tight
Trousers are gettin' far too tight, now
Trousers are gettin' far too tight

Don't want no more pie
(No, no woman) no, woman, no pie
Woman, Mrs teacher, maths ain't fed me
No, woman, no pi

I remember when we used to sit
In tha' little restaurant across town
Cos tha' restaurant could set the ambience, just with some
Log wood burnin' through the night

And they would cook Bramley apple
Of which I'll share wit' you
Ice cream & a cinnamon pinch
Oh, I've got to use their room
But while I'm gone

Don't want no more pie
No, woman, no pie
Oh my Mrs teacher, your maths ain't fed me
No, woman, no pi

(Mrs teacher, maths ain't fed me
No, woman, no pi
Mrs teacher, maths ain't fed me
No, woman, no pi)