Silver Hands

© Copyright 2026. All words and music by Jay Moxham. (Backstory in photo caption.) [Intro] "Yes folks it's Thursday night shopping time again! The night we all go hunting for food at the supermarket. Whizzing down the isle ways with our trolleys... running over babies. Ever watchful for those elusive specials on the top shelf!" [Verse 1] I went to the market to get my tea Trying to find a meal for my hungry man All I saw staring back at me Were photos of food on the front of a can (front of a can) [Verse 2] Tasty, easy, quick to prepare There's nothing you chew that you can exclude Entrées, main course, more if you dare All coloured and flavoured 'til it looks like food! (it looks like food) [Chorus] Humans one day will find a way To open tins with their fingernail Silver hands to grip the cans Of processed food that won't go stale. "That's because it's full of goodness. Like stabilisers. Starch. Emulsifiers. Anti-oxidant. Beef extract. Gluten. Preservative. Colouring?" [Verse 3] Towering shelves of carrots and beans Sweet and sour sauce and of course the Spam I can't read labels to see what that means But it must be OK if it comes from a can (it comes from a can!!!) [Verse 4] Decision, decision what will I eat Something in here must suit my mood The quality now is hard to beat Providing that you weren't expecting food! (expecting food) [Chorus] Humans one day will find a way To open tins with their fingernail Silver hands to grip the cans Of processed food that won't go stale. [Outro] It won't go... stale It won't go... stale It won't go... stale It won't go... It won't go... It won't go... Staaaale! [Epilogue] "Forget them all Mr West... we know what's best!"